He Said Let's Make Peace

Seven years ago, Lin Xu's confession was easily dismissed by Xue Anyi as "I just want to be friends." The friendship of eighteen years came to an abrupt end due to the young man's angry move to blackmail her. Seven years later, in the dim corridor of my hometown, the figure leaning against the doorframe was the same as before. Lin Xu was determined to treat this reunion as an accident and hide away if he could. But Xue Anyi seemed to have lost his memory - he approached her gently as before, saying those words that made people blush and make their heart beat. Until Lin Xu glimpsed the shocking cracks under the perfect appearance. And one afternoon, Xue Anyi stole a kiss while he was asleep. All lines of defense were instantly defeated. Only then did Lin Xu realize that he had never given up. He asked Xue Anyi to go to the lighthouse where he had been in his childhood, and was going to try it one last time, just to put an end to the relationship that had lasted so many years. The wind was howling at night, and he asked the question that lay like a chasm between them. And Xue Anyi's answer was a drop of hot tears, and a sentence that circled the earth for seven years, passed through more than 2,500 days and nights of misunderstanding, silence and self-exile, and finally reached Lin Xu's ears at this moment. "... I like you too." Introduction to the literary version: There are seven billion people in this world, and there are countless galaxies outside the universe. How much luck do we need to be able to walk side by side with another person for more than ten years from the beginning of life? I thought I knew the answer. Until the summer when I was eighteen years old, that desperate confession was easily dismissed. It suddenly dawned on me: I had never really understood him. Time was forcibly divided. For the next seven years, I lived in the humid wind of City Z. With new friends and a step-by-step life, I seem to be gradually becoming a qualified adult. But, it would be great if the "Happy New Year" that no one heard on New Year's Eve could ride on the wind and snow, fly over a thousand kilometers, go against the long river of time, and briefly blow by the side of his face. Longing has no shape. It has become a familiar night, specific weather, and the habit of rolling it on the tip of the tongue and swallowing it. I said to myself, time is the healing medicine. But every time late at night, I unconsciously click on the bits and pieces stored in the past, I have to admit: I am clinging to a ruin called "the past", and it is the only landmark there that will not fade. I spent seven years learning how to forget a name. And the only result of this long exercise is—— I realize more clearly than ever that I failed. Intention: Love is accepting real imperfections, rather than worshiping illusory perfection.