There was a wild land in Shen Peng's heart. One day, young shoots sprouted from the ground and covered with greenery.
The story of two people with high self-esteem can be said to be a stretch, or it can only be defined as cowardice, but please forgive me, what I want to write is this kind of real youth, which is full of regrets but contains new power. I think someone will understand.
It's a short story, realistic, and poignant. The male and female protagonists are growing up. There should be a touch of sadness in it.
Sensitive and tough girl vs old-fashioned boy
Jiang Yu stood in the corridor for a long, long time.
The setting sun shone slantly through the window, but failed to shine into his heart. He suddenly remembered that it was also in such a corridor. He once asked her if she would come to the school to see the teacher after the college entrance examination? She said she would. The voice was quiet, but he heard it and remembered it.
In the past few years, he has never stopped running. He chases results, rankings, and the mountain in his heart. Now that he has done it, the dust has settled, and he seems to have finally become the person who is defined as successful. Everything is perfect. Isn't it?
But she didn't come.
The corridor was empty except for him. He waited for a long time, long enough for the sunset to sink little by little, long enough for the shadow to become very long and then slowly disappear. He didn't know what he was still waiting for, whether he was waiting for her, waiting for an answer, or waiting for himself to finally let go.
There was a noisy voice at the end of the corridor, it was his classmates.
"Shen Peng was admitted to the National People's Congress, did you know?"
"It's amazing. In liberal arts, he must be one of the top 100 in the province."
"The National People's Congress?" He smiled bitterly.
That's great, Shen Peng, your wish has come true. Smiling and laughing, my heart felt inexplicably sour. He couldn't help but feel bitter. He raised his head and saw the blue and high sky. It seemed like he could reach out and touch it, but it also seemed like he could never reach it.
Never mind. He picked up his badminton racket and walked to the back door.
It got closer and closer, until that figure finally appeared suddenly. Shi Ying poked her and she smiled slightly, the wind gently blowing a corner of her skirt.
The racket hits the ground. The heart beats like a drum.
"Jiang Yu, long time no see."
This time, she spoke first.
I want to say more than just love
Intention: Study hard and make progress every day