Secret love is a long-term chronic disease.
In the winter in Shuocheng, dry and cold snow always falls. At the end of the year, a snowfall fell on the two of them in their last boyhood.
The two of them were childhood sweethearts. They had been entangled since they were in school. After crossing the ignorant years, they came to the present. Their feelings grew wildly day after day, but they were both stubborn and unwilling to talk about it.
In the cold winter before An Huaizhi left the country, the two spent a whole day in the city center. When dusk came, their fingertips were intertwined. There were no words of confession, but they tacitly agreed to each other.
When I first arrived in a foreign country, there was a constant flow of news.
But later, she sent the moonlight in Paris at night, but he had no time to look at his phone because he was preparing for the exam.
In the spring when she was twenty-two years old, An Huaizhi returned to China. As usual, her parents sent money transfers instead of greetings. She went to the hospital alone to get the examination sheets, and folded the medical certificates into paper airplanes under the corridor.
At this time, Xia Luheng was shutting himself in the sterile laboratory, staring under the microscope, and was only on the last step of the process. During the last seventy-two hours when his cell phone was silent, he missed the call from Shuocheng. The "Zhi Zhi" and classmates from China displayed on the screen turned into cold missed marks.
On the day when his scientific research results were published in the magazine, the young man in a suit smiled at the camera and accepted the interview.
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Later, he met An Huaizhi's best friend Bai Zhiyan and accepted the love letter that could never be sent and the suicide note filled with regrets.
"I'm brave this time, Xia Luheng, I like you, so please remember to watch it for me when it snows in Shuocheng."
When they were young, that paradoxical holding of hands in the winter in Shuocheng finally became the moment they were closest to falling in love in this life.
The years are long, how to let go.
Intention: Secret love