For fifteen-year-old Lin Xiaxi, Xu Xuyang is the only one.
He is like a sun that cannot be ignored, bright, warm, and selflessly shining on all those who are close to him. And she was the girl who could see her own shadow clearly through his light. The road home was paved with her sensitive thoughts and silent throbs. The distance between her and her was getting closer and closer, but she still felt that she was the most inconspicuous star in his vast starry sky.
So, at the moment when she felt that her love might have become a burden to him, she chose to extinguish her starlight with her own hands. She thought that short story was a tacit fulfillment in her youth - he fulfilled her wish and she returned his freedom.
"Time flies is everything to a person, and the rest is just a moment of joy and misfortune."
Seven years are like water, enough to wash away the cowardice and illusions of youth.
Today, Lin Xiaxi is calm and leisurely in her own field and no longer needs to borrow anyone's light. She lost faith in love, not because of pain, but because of a complete sobriety.
However, fate dropped a bombshell at her most relaxed moment.
She planned to end the blind date in that quiet restaurant in half an hour. But when her eyes passed over the waiting figure by the window, time seemed to go back in an instant - the tall and straight figure, the neat outline, the profile that was engraved in the memory of her youth... It was Xu Xuyang.
She retreated subconsciously, trying to hide herself in the crowd. But the phone suddenly vibrated in the palm of my hand, and the names jumping on the screen were so hot that it burned my eyes.
She picked up the phone hesitantly. What came from the other end of the phone was not a question or a test, but a low and determined questioning that had penetrated seven years:
"Lin Xiaxi, you saw me, right?"
He didn't even use "hello", but so unmistakably that he tore away all the usual politeness and pretense of adults.
He strode out, his eyes precisely locked on her who had nowhere to escape.
The air was filled with the awkwardness and silent waves of reunion after a long absence.
He looked at her, his eyes as complex as the deep sea: "It's been seven years. Just a 'misunderstanding' and you're going to rule me out without even giving me a chance to appeal?"
It turns out that what she thought was a successful turn around back then was actually a grudge that he had been harboring for seven years.
What she thought was an ordinary footnote was a regrettable sequel in the script of his youth, but it was a pity that you did not co-write it.
Time has passed and the people standing in front of each other are brand new adults.
Can the star that was once extinguished by her own hands light up again? Whose way back will it light up?
Intention: Fortunately, it's still you
