In the seventh year when I had a crush on Jiang Shubai, he pointed to the century-old ginkgo tree on campus and said to me: "When this tree turns yellow for the seventh time, I will confess my love to the person I love most."
He didn't know that ginkgo trees turn yellow every year, and I had been waiting for him under the tree's shadow for seven autumns.
Everyone said that Jiang Shubai had a green mountain in his heart that no one could climb. Only I know that Qingshan is the silhouette he glimpsed by the library window when he was young, the bottle of unsigned mineral water he received after the game, and the long distance between three people on the graduation album.
And I am the classmate who delivers love letters for him, the class representative who organizes his notes, and I am always standing in a position where he can see it when he looks back, but never looks back.
When the ginkgo turned yellow in the seventh year, he walked towards another person holding flowers. I counted the fallen leaves and finally understood——
Some mountains are born to be looked up at, not crossed.
It turns out that my seven-year secret love was just that I became the most familiar part of his road to Qingshan.
Concept: Secret love is a person's chaos