For those two years, they sat together in class.
He passed her 132 notes, and she collected enough memories to fill three boxes.
On the day their middle school entrance exams ended, she finally worked up the courage to confess. He said, “I didn’t do well on the exams, so I have to retake them. I don’t want to talk about this right now.”
She waited a year. He got into No. 1 High School, while she went to No. 2.
For three years of high school, they were dozens of kilometers apart. They kept their relationship going bit by bit with one letter each week and one visit each month.
She thought that as long as she waited, eventually he would come.
But when he finally stood before her and said, “I’m done with my exams,” she had already learned to swallow the words she wanted to say.
Later, she went to university in the provincial capital, while he was still retaking his exams in their small town. Later, she found someone new, and he finally got into a university in her city.
Later, they ran into each other at a supermarket. He asked, “Do you still have those 132 notes?”
She smiled and said, “I threw them away a long time ago.”
In truth, she had kept them all.
It was just that some things, said three years too late, no longer needed to be said.
This is a story about “I thought you’d come. I thought you’d wait.”
132 notes, four years of waiting, and one missed chance.
It has a great sense of campus. The author's writing style is very good. He writes about the campus youth very realistically. His feelings and descriptions of his favorites are very real and realistic. I also like to collect the traces of the people I like.