He Song first noticed Wen Jingxing on Wutong Road in late autumn.
That man always walked at the edge of the crowd. He was well-dressed in school uniform, his eyes were cold and indifferent, and even his speech was as indifferent as a glass of cold water. Others were joking and joking, but he just read quietly, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him. Everyone felt that Wen Jingxing was unapproachable, cold and distant. Only He Song could see that his fingers hanging by his side would quietly curl up, and the tips of his ears would turn slightly red when someone spoke to him.
He Song is the kind of person who shines brightly wherever he goes. He loves to laugh, has a hot temper, and his eyes are always filled with sunshine. Others didn't dare to get close to Wen Jingxing, but he just wanted to get closer to the coldness.
Not deliberate or ostentatious.
The extra hot milk he bought in the morning was placed on the corner of Wen Jingxing's desk, and he just said "there's an extra bottle"; in the evening after school, he followed him for a short distance, not talking, and just stayed with him quietly; when Wen Jingxing frowned while doing a question, He Song would not interrupt him hastily, but gently pushed the compiled notes over.
Wen Jingxing never responded proactively, but he never refused.
He still spoke little and was still cold. He would just say thank you softly when He Song handed him something; when He Song greeted him with a smile, he would slightly raise his eyes and slightly bend the corners of his mouth; and after He Song was injured playing ball, he would silently take out iodine and cotton swabs, so lightly that he was afraid of hurting him.
Outsiders can't see anything, only they themselves know.
That cautious approach and silent concern are the most youthful thoughts of young people. There was no excitement, no bloody misunderstanding, only the afternoon sunlight filtered through the window and fell on the pages of the book next to each other; only when the evening breeze blew through the corridor, He Song whispered "walk slowly", and Wen Jingxing paused slightly and let out a soft "hmm".
He Song's love was blatant tenderness and deep affection for only one person.
Wen Jingxing's heartbeat was the softness hidden under the coldness, an exception only for one person.
Love on campus is how it should be.
Clean, restrained, green and long.
The sun slowly approaches the coldness, and the coldness quietly accepts the sunshine,
Don't say love, don't say like,
But every little movement says: I care about you.
Mission: Youth never ends
