Song Shi'an was studying in London. The moment he opened the apartment door, his whole body froze.
The roommate standing in the hallway is his ex-boyfriend who they broke up with online in high school.
The other party glanced at him and stretched out his hand with an indifferent expression: "Hello, my name is Chen Wangchuan."
——He doesn't recognize me anymore.
Song Shi'an breathed a sigh of relief. That's fine, there's no need to be embarrassed, no need to explain, no need to face the words "I'm not good enough for you" back then.
But later he slowly discovered——
I woke up with a hangover, and there was hot porridge on the bedside; I casually said it was cold, and there was an extra scarf in the closet the next day; and in that person's room, there were dolls that he had sent personally in high school.
You said you don't know me?
Chen Wangchuan thought he was hiding well. Pretending to have amnesia, taking every step, just waiting for the other person to speak first.
But he forgot to ask - what if that person is waiting for him too?
The fog in London was so thick that it was difficult to see the road ahead.
But some people never need to see clearly and know where to go.
Purpose: It took him two years to pull himself out of the abyss. Learn to make money, learn to be silent, and learn to hide your thoughts in a blank circle of friends. He thought that as long as he became good enough, he could stand in front of that person confidently. But he forgot - when he let go, he never asked the person if he wanted to be let go. Some people use leaving to teach you to grow, and what you learn through growing up is just how to miss him more painfully. The fog in London is so light that it has no weight on my shoulders. But some words were so heavy that a person could not say them even after three years of swallowing them. They all thought time would give the answer. But time only makes the fog thicker and thicker, allowing them to live like two most familiar strangers under the same roof. Later, he finally understood - Whether he is worthy or not is never decided by one person. Those unspoken words will not disappear, they will only become a thorn in the throat. Until one day, someone spoke first. It turns out that the bravest moment in love is not to approach without risking one's own safety, but to dare to walk back after being pushed away.
