The first time Shen Muci met Gu Huai was on the first day of high school.
The September sunshine leaked through the gaps in the sycamore leaves, creating scattered light spots on the ground. Gu Huai sat next to him and said with a smile, "Hello, my name is Gu Huai."
That's where their story begins.
Shen Muci remembered what happened next, but didn't care.
I remember that Gu Huai brought him a bottle of water every morning.
I remember Gu Huai asked him "Are we together" at noon.
I remember that Gu Huai walked with him to the school gate after school, and then one walked to the left and the other to the right.
He thought it was a friend.
He thought it was just right.
He thought it was a lot.
He didn't know that the way Gu Huai looked at him was never the way he looked at a friend.
He didn't know that every time Gu Huai said "nothing", he actually had a lot to say.
He didn't know that on the day after the college entrance examination, Gu Huai stood at the school gate. There was something he wanted to say to him, and he finally said "I'll talk about it later."
Later they went to different cities.
On his sophomore year's birthday, Gu Huai appeared at the gate of his school and said with a smile, "I just happened to pass by."
In my junior year, it happened again.
In my senior year, I still came.
The year I graduated, I still came.
It's "just passing by" every year.
Shen Muci never asked.
He didn't dare ask.
I can't imagine that a person would take a train for more than ten hours every year just to see me.
I dare not think about how many unspoken words are hidden in those "just passing by".
After work, they met again by chance in the same city.
Gu Huai invited him to dinner and looked at him with something in his eyes, but he couldn't understand it.
Gu Huai asked him: "Have you ever been in love?"
He said: "No one likes me."
Gu Huai said, "What if someone says it?"
"I don't know," he said.
Gu Huai smiled and said, "Then I'll wait for you to think about it."
He didn't know that this sentence meant: I have been waiting for you for ten years.
When he finally found out, it was already too late.
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Pure Love｜Urban｜Sentimentality｜A strange combination of circumstances｜BE Aesthetics
"It took him ten years to learn to wait and three months to learn to love. When he finally learned it, it was already too late."
Intention: To everyone who cannot express my love in words