Everyone knows that Zhou Luyan has Bai Yueguang, whom he has liked for ten years.
No one dared to mention it, and no one knew who that person was.
The two reunited ten years later.
As the founder, Zhou Luyan introduced a new vehicle-mounted intelligent system on the stage, while off the stage, Wen Xi was the art director of this project.
The reporter asked: "Mr. Zhou, the default navigation destination in the system is Linshi No. 1 Middle School. Can you tell us about the original intention of this design?"
He held the microphone and looked across the crowd of people in the audience, landing on the slender figure not far away.
After a two-second pause, a voice came through the speaker:
"Because that's where I met my light."
The whole place was in an uproar. The camera followed his gaze and only captured half of his lowered profile.
No one knows that in their senior year of high school, they were very cautious about liking each other.
She thought her secret love was just her secret, but he was clearly moved by her, but he always kept a distant distance from her.
On the day of the graduation ceremony, the crowd was noisy and she stood under the avenue.
But he just looked at her with an indifferent tone:
"Wen Xi, from now on... Don't come to me again."
She squeezed the graduation gift in her hand and nodded.
And he turned around and left, using the most complete indifference to cut off all possibilities between the two.
Ten years.
He founded "Hengtu Motors" from scratch and became the focus of financial news; she gradually reached the position of creative director and was surrounded by everyone.
Because the project had another intersection, she was polite but distant: "Mr. Zhou, it's a pleasure to work with you. If you have any work needs, please feel free to contact my assistant."
At the end of the cooperation, Wen Xi went to his office for the last time to confirm the details. Zhou Luyan was called away temporarily and asked to wait.
She waited alone, her eyes scanning his neat bookshelf.
A black notebook with frayed edges was accidentally knocked to the ground when she turned around.
On the spread page, her familiar sharp handwriting read:
"I sat across from her at the project launch meeting, and she didn't even look at me."
Her heart sank and she turned forward.
On the first page, there is a brochure for a farmhouse that has long since closed down. On the back, it is written in pencil: July 22, 2010. Today, a girl asked me if I had hot water. She smiled beautifully.
Turn back:
"On September 1, 2012, she went to the same school as me."
"On March 15, 2013, she painted all afternoon in the library."
"On April 23, 2013, in the school sports meeting, although she finished third from the bottom, I gave her water."
"She cried at the graduation ceremony on May 27, 2014. It was my fault."
…
"On November 3, 2020, I saw her illustration winning on the official account."
"On June 8, 2021, I bought her sales album."
Purpose: In each other's company, learn to accept, understand and love bravely
