Ever since the afternoon of physical education class in the second grade of elementary school, I had hidden Jiang Yichen in my heart.
That day, I was squatting by the playground to pick up the fallen hair rope. He ran towards me against the light, with sweat still hanging on his forehead, and asked me with a smile: "What are you doing?"
The sunlight fell on his eyelashes, like a layer of broken gold. At that moment, I heard my own heartbeat, which was a mess.
Later, we were in the same class in elementary school, strangers in different classes in junior high school, and there was a huge difference between a private high school and No. 1 Middle school.
I followed his lead, from evening self-study in a private high school to the library of Zhejiang University.
But I never dared to say "I like you".
In my sophomore year, when he appeared in front of me holding Su Qinghuan's hand, I was still lying to myself: I would be brave once they broke up.
Later, I waited for his wedding invitation.
I stood in the crowd, watching him put the ring on her, and smiled and said to myself: Forget it, as long as they are happy.
It's just that the secret love that has been hidden for more than ten years still has residual warmth after all. It makes my heart ache every night when there is no one around.
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