**——I feel a little moved, but I misread loneliness as resonance**
**Xu Weiyi has a secret. **
Her sketchbook is full of Zhou Jiran.
From the first day of her sophomore year in high school, she secretly recorded everything about him with a pencil - the corners of his clothes that lifted up when he played ball, the little finger that rubbed his eyes when he was sleepy in class, the ends of his hair that got wet from the rain when he held an umbrella. Eighty-seven pages of sketches, eighty-seven unknown moments.
She thought this secret love would be silent forever, until the sudden rain.
When Zhou Jiran handed the umbrella to her, the temperature on his fingertips made her heart beat unbalanced. He smiled and said, "Xu Weiyi? Your name is easy to remember." It turned out that he knew her name. It turned out that he remembered her sitting in the third row of the classroom by the window. It turns out that he would also get distracted in chemistry class and read "Norwegian Wood" late at night.
The borrowed books contained unsigned sketches, and the returned notes had small smiling faces drawn on them. Xu Weiyi began to believe that maybe some silence would eventually be heard.
Until the afternoon in the literary club.
Sunlight penetrated the glass window, and she saw Zhou Jiran lowering his head to pick up another girl's loose hair, and heard him say with a smile: "How can such a quiet girl... Be possible?"
The rain started again.
Xu Weiwei stood at the end of the corridor, watching the sketchbook curling up in the flames. The pencil outline gradually blurred, as if she finally understood——
**Some suns are born to shine on everyone. **
**And her secret love is just a self-directed and self-acted downpour of silence. **
——Every sketch is an unspoken love, and every page burned is a belated awakening."
Purpose: But true growth is not about forgetting but learning to rebuild oneself from the ashes