When we were seventeen, we looked at the same star through a glass window.
Song Anning is the most perfect template for Qingcheng No. 1 Middle School—excellent grades, decent behavior, and always maintains a polite smile. Only she knew that this perfection was a layer of transparent armor, protecting the soul that had been hurt by sincerity.
Lu Chi is an "atypical legend" on campus - he prides himself on protecting the weak, but is always labeled as a "problem student". His sense of justice is reckless and fiery, like a fire that is ignored, burning others and himself.
In the library in the fall of the first year of high school, an accidental intervention caused two parallel lines to briefly intersect. She was the only bystander willing to vouch for him; he was the first to see through her perfect disguise.
"You are like a star behind a layer of glass." He said, "You can be seen but cannot be touched."
At the campus art festival in their sophomore year of high school, fate pushed them to each other again. The three-month secret love is hidden in the glances exchanged in the corridor, in the noon agreement under the old locust tree, and in the secret note behind the water tank on the rooftop.
However, the cracks had already been buried - she saw old photos of him and his ex-girlfriend (later she found out it was a misunderstanding), and he missed an important appointment because he "rescued" a schoolgirl who was being harassed. The two hours of waiting in the rain became the straw that broke the camel's back.
"Your heroism will always take precedence over 'us'." She deleted all contact information.
"You never really understood me." He swallowed all the explanations.
In the third year of high school, we have been strangers for seven months. They tacitly avoided all possible encounter times, but on both sides of the corridor glass window, they used their peripheral vision to measure the distance that was within reach but could not be crossed.
This is a story about how growing up allows us to learn to love, and how we get lost in love. About those unspoken explanations, those prides that cannot be let go, those sincerities that shined in youth but were ultimately missed.
Some stars are destined to be seen through glass.
Some people are destined to learn to say goodbye with regret.
Many years later, they met again at a class reunion. Wine glasses clinked, smiling appropriately, and talking about each other's new lives.
The stars outside the window are still the same as when I was seventeen.
It's just that people who look at the stars have learned not to reach out.
Intention: Those glass windows that we were unable to cross when we were young are ultimately not to prevent encounters, but to allow us to grow into people who can withstand the real temperature on our respective paths.