Soft and cute little fairy vs. Cold deskmate
When we first met, in the second year of high school, Lu Ciyan was very tall and always wore a clean white shirt. When he lowered his head to write questions, his eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes, and even the way he held the pen showed a sharpness.
Wen Yining was not good at physics and always took advantage of asking questions to peek at him. He didn't talk much when talking about topics, but he always hit the nail on the head. Occasionally, he would be helpless when she was stupid, and he would tap her exercise book lightly, with an unspoken smile hidden at the corner of his mouth. She would hand him water with the bottle cap unscrewed after playing ball, and secretly stuff a piece of paper with the answer when he was called on by the teacher; he would gently nudge her to wake her up when she was sleepy, and silently take the bucket she couldn't move during the cleaning.
The thoughts hidden in the details are like the buds emerging quietly in spring. She wrote "Lu Ciyan" countless times in her diary, and he drew her profile on the back of the draft paper with her head bowed while writing. But until the college entrance examination was over and the cicadas gradually stopped chirping, no one dared to say the words "I like you."
We went to different universities and had no contact with each other after graduation. On the day of the class reunion, Lu Ciyan sent Wen Yining home. After standing downstairs for a long time, he finally said, "Actually, in my sophomore year of high school, I drew on your sketch paper, but I didn't dare to show it to you."
Wen Yining's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat. She raised her head, looked into his serious eyes, and whispered, "My diary is filled with your name."
The evening breeze blows, bringing with it the warmth of late summer. It turns out that some things like it will travel through a long time, bypass the distance between mountains and seas, and arrive on time many years later.
