"Xu Jinyue, please lend me your notes."
"Here."
"Your handwriting is so beautiful."
"…Thank you."
That was the third sentence Shen Huaixu said to me. Later she said that it was the first time she heard my voice, which was as light as the moonlight falling to the ground.
My name is Xu Jinyue, and my nickname is Little Moon. I lived in a quiet shadow until Shen Huaixu broke in with the summer wind. She is so bright that I dare not look directly at her. I always think of my mother's words: "Little Moon, you have to get used to it. No light will shine on you forever."
"Zhenyue, will we sit together tomorrow?"
"I'm used to being alone."
"Habits can be changed," she said with a crooked smile, "give it a try?"
I tried it and all hell broke loose.
"Lend me your notes."
"Bring me some water."
"Zhenyue, how do you solve this problem?"
Little by little, she invaded my regular life.
I wrote in my diary: "Shen Huaixu touched my hand today. For three seconds. It was too long. This is not good."
She wrote on the note: "Xu Jinyue smiled at me today. Although it was only 0.5 Seconds, it was recorded."
It was like a long mutual observation. She counts the speed of my blinks, and I remember the arc of her smile. She studied why I always lingered outside the crowd, and I analyzed why she insisted on knocking on my door.
"Shen Huaixu, what conclusion do you want to draw?"
"The conclusion is-" She came closer, her breath brushing the tip of my ear, "You are not as used to being alone as you think."
Youth is a grand, unpredictable experiment. When I finally mustered up the courage to reach out and touch the light, I discovered that the moon also longs for the sun.
"If I were the moon you studied, what kind of observation report would you write?"
"The report is very long and will take a lifetime to write."
This is a story about proximity. A girl trying to prove "I don't deserve to be loved" meets another girl determined to overturn it all.
Purpose: Love is the bravest proof