For twenty years, he was the only light in my youth.
Moving forward is afraid of disturbing the years, and stepping back is afraid of missing out on a lifetime.
When I was twelve years old, I started a new life with my mother and met Xin Chen, who was five years older than me. I grew up with gossips, but he was the only one who shielded me from all the wind and rain. On a rainy day when I was a teenager, the way he stood with an umbrella in front of me became a heartbeat that I had hidden for fourteen years. From then on, we kept a tacit understanding and hid our thoughts in our daily care.
Twenty kilometers from the south to the north of the city, he always parked across the street on rainy days for seven years. Remember my taste for twenty years, take care of trivial matters in all seasons, and always keep a light on late at night. The tenderness is not spoken out, it is all in the fireworks.
Outsiders envy us for getting along well with each other, but we are the only ones who know that we never have the courage to express our feelings. A colleague handed me a rose to express my love in public. I casually said, "Think again." I turned around and saw him gripping the umbrella handle until his knuckles turned white.
He was sent to the emergency room due to a serious illness, and the barrier between signing the critical illness notice became the last straw that broke his years of restraint. The grudges of the past generation, the concerns of the elders, and the rumors around you are three hurdles in the middle, making it difficult to move forward.
I was trapped in low self-esteem and retreated repeatedly, but he always stayed half a step behind me, silently blocking all the wind and rain. His best friend reminded him: people who can't live without each other will only have a lifetime of regrets if they are separated forcibly.
At the age of thirty-eight, Xin Chen, a billionaire, finally broke through the shackles. He was willing to bear all the criticism, walked up to me step by step, and laid out all his preferences for twenty years.
We used to be cautious when walking side by side, but later on when we walked hand in hand through the streets, the umbrella would always be on my side.
This two-way waiting that spans twenty years, how many obstacles must be overcome before it can become a romance that is known throughout the city.
