Lie

"Youth is a hasty book, we read it again and again with tears in our eyes." Seventeen-year-old Xie Jiayue has a secret - she has liked Chen Shuoming for three years. Her diary is filled with code words that no one knows, her mobile phone photo album is filled with blurry silhouettes, and her youth is filled with a grand and silent one-man show. She thought that those cautious approaches, those carefully calculated encounters, and those thoughts written down late at night would always be seen and understood, just like the fireflies on a summer night, no matter how weak they were, they should still have their light to be noticed. It wasn't until the evening of the graduation ceremony that she saw with her own eyes that the letter she had written with all her courage was randomly inserted into an old book by him. When he turned around, it slipped from the pages and floated into the trash can - so carelessly and unknowingly, like discarding an irrelevant advertising flyer. At that moment, she realized that all the moments she treasured were just the most ordinary daily life of ordinary youth to him. What she thought was "special" was always just her "self-conception". Many years later, at the class reunion, Chen Shuoming, who had become a well-known lawyer, walked up to her with a wine glass in his hand. His brows and eyes were as calm and sharp as a mature man's, but his eyes looked at her with only polite strangeness. "Xie Jiayue, I heard that you are now a writer? That's awesome." He smiled, his tone was just the right amount of greeting, "We didn't even talk much in high school." Xie Jiayue raised her glass, smiled, nodded, and swallowed the bitterness still rising in her throat after so many years. I see. Her tossing and turning nights, those heart-pounding moments, those loves written in her diary, hidden in her eyes, and buried in the years, never reached his world. She has guarded the secret of her entire youth. From beginning to end, there is only one thing that no one knows - panic. "The most painful lie is the heartache you tell yourself" It was not until much later, when they had been trekking in their respective lives for ten years, that Chen Shuoming found the letter ten years late at the bottom of the junk box. The letter paper has turned yellow, but the handwriting is still clear. And that's when she realized that some secrets were twofold. For a love that no one knows about, his thoughts that he thought had never existed formed a complete lie called "missing out" in the gap between time and space. Campus Secret LoveSour GrowthBeNo PrototypeShort Essay Purpose: youthful growth