When Xu Xiao was nineteen years old, her life stopped before a long dawn.
She collapsed due to anxiety in her senior year of high school and fell from a key middle school to a junior college. She buried her former pride in the ginkgo pile in Beijing in late autumn.
Song Yanzhi, who is twenty-five years old, is as gentle as the light of an autumn afternoon. He is not a very lively character, but he said: "Education is the starting point, not the end. If you think this is dark, there will always be light that day, and I will accompany you to move up."
They love each other in the quietest way:
We exchanged notes with three-line poems at the subway transfer station, and we also waited side by side for the sunrise in the National Library Study Area at four o'clock in the morning.
He taught her to gaze at the rings of Saturn in the night sky: "Look, the light from so far away has traveled so many years to reach our eyes. Your pain will be the same, it will pass, it just takes time."
She gradually learned not to curl up or endure when anxiety struck...
Beijing is a tolerant city, but it cannot tolerate too many people forever.
The six years apart are like a river that is getting wider. They stand on both sides, knowing that some companionship can only go so far.
No arguments, no resentment, just two sober adults
Later, Xu Xiao finally understood:
"I will remember that you extended that morning light for me."
"And I will use the method you taught me to shine for the rest of my life."
——This is reconstruction after being broken, inferiority and equal attention, short but profound
Intention: The meaning of love lies in growth and anything, but it does not lie in the pursuit of eternity. Love is oneself.