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Campus｜Secret Love｜BE｜Reality-oriented｜Sour and Slow-burning｜It's hard to calm down
She said she wanted to go to Beijing, and he said yes. Later she realized that good meant letting go.
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Later I learned that secret love is a one-man show.
I am the only one on the stage, and there is no audience in the audience.
I thought this drama would end on my graduation day,
But unexpectedly, the curtain opened in front of me again.
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At the beginning of his second year of high school, Yu Qingzhou recognized him at a glance among the crowd of freshmen registering.
She had been secretly watching the boy in the white shirt for a whole year since the third grade of junior high school. She thought graduation was the end, but he happened to be admitted to the same high school. He happened to stand in front of the welcome booth she was in charge of and called her "senpai."
Yu Qingzhou silently told himself: Don't panic, he doesn't know you.
But she didn't know that some stories never need to begin with recognition.
He was the secret she hid next to the radiator in the literary club activity room, the metaphor she dared not say in her essay, and the person she most wanted to tell when she won the debate competition.
He would say to his classmates in the class, "You think too much," he would send messages late at night asking, "Is the shape of time round?" He would stand downstairs at the corner of the teaching building waiting for her, holding a cup of milk tea in his hand because he didn't know she didn't like to drink pearls.
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On the day Lin Xuchi transferred to another school, the first snow of the year fell in Qingzhou.
He said that she was one year older than him, so she was admitted to Zhejiang University first, and he would marry her.
She said she wanted to go to Beijing.
He wished her everything she wanted and a bright future, then turned around and walked into the snow, never looking back.
She didn't chase him, but counted them silently in her heart. From the day they really met to today, it was exactly one hundred and one days.
Five years later, she went to Zhejiang University to attend an academic conference on behalf of Peking University.
On campus, she heard him chatting with his friends. A friend mentioned the fight in his freshman year of high school - he fought against a sophomore and senior in high school, and was called into the office. The senior came in to explain to him.
The friend asked him: "Do you still remember?"
He paused, his voice was very flat, and there was no wave in his voice: "Really? It's not important anymore. I don't remember."
The friend smiled, gave him a slap, and joked: "You are too heartless."
But he just smiled and said nothing.
She stood there and listened for a long time.
When he saw her later, he said sorry with red eyes.
She just smiled and said, "I've probably waited for the day I don't want to wait."
She is no longer waiting for him. She was just waiting until she was ready to turn those days into stories.
[Reading tips]:
1. Campus secret love·sour and slow-burning·realistic. Not all stories need happy endings.
2. A reserved and quiet senior × a dazzling straight-ball senior. The heartbeat that year was real, and the wind that followed was also real.
3. The distance from Beijing to Zhejiang is 1246.4 Kilometers, which is a distance that she could not cross even after five years of traveling.
Intention: The wind from Beijing will never reach the shores of Jiangnan.
Intention: The wind from Beijing will never reach the shores of Jiangnan.
