In the midsummer of that year, the cicadas were chirping noisily, and the camphor leaves sifted the sunlight into scattered gold all over the ground.
Wen Xun met Lu Yu for the first time in a crowded classroom, in a noisy corridor, and in countless ordinary moments when no one noticed. He is quiet, sensitive, and harbors hidden secrets. Even when he likes someone, he learns to be cautious. He doesn't dare to show off or get close. He only dares to watch quietly when no one is around. He hides his heartfelt feelings in the corner of the scratch paper and hides them in his company day after day.
Lu Yu was cold, restrained, and burdened with heavy expectations. He was used to burying his emotions deeply and keeping his thoughts in check. He knows the silent care better than anyone else, but he also knows clearly than anyone else that some feelings are destined not to be expressed verbally from the beginning. In the name of a friend, he protected him and stayed by his side, but never dared to cross the boundary even half a step.
They walked through the morning mist together, survived the late night sea together, and watched the sunset falling at dusk. Everyone else thought they were intimate, but they themselves understood that there was a thin but impenetrable wall between them - it was the forbearance of character, the worldly gaze, the timidity of not daring to bet on each other's life, and the sobriety that they clearly loved each other, but they wanted to push them away.
There are no bloody misunderstandings, no vicious obstructions, and no hysterical entanglements.
Some are just unspoken confessions when we were young, tacit understanding and silent alienation when parting, and a little bit of courage that has been worn away over the years.
Later, they were separated from each other, each was fine, but each was lonely.
They have spent their lives proving that the most painful thing is not not being able to love, but being in love but missing it with your own hands.
It wasn't until life and death separated that the feelings that had been hidden for more than ten years finally came to light.
It's a pity that the wind has passed and the summer is over. The person who once waited for him to turn around in the cicada chirp will never come back again.
This is a love that no one knows, a run that is destined to be fruitless, and an awakening that is a lifetime late.
I met you in the warmest summer, and lost you forever in the longest years.
Intention: The most painful thing is never injury and betrayal, but that we are kind enough and restrained enough, but still cannot escape the arrangement of fate and character, and return the people we care about most to the sea of people with our own hands.
