When he was fourteen years old, Song Yu transferred to No. 2 Middle School in City C.
Behind the crowd, she saw a boy in a white jersey. He jumped up to shoot the ball and wiped the sweat with the hem of his clothes when he landed.
That was the first time she knew that her heartbeat could be so loud.
She recorded the way he turned the pen, the temperature of his fingertips when he said "be careful", and the profile of his face when he helped her to the infirmary on the day of the sports meeting.
Song Yu wrote these on the last page of his notebook. The words were very small, as if he was afraid of being seen.
She thought that this secret love would be like the sycamore leaves in autumn, falling and disappearing.
Until many years later, Song Yu saw him again in the company elevator.
He glanced at her and suddenly smiled.
"Song Yu," he said, "Long time no see."
——It turns out he remembered my name.
Secret love is a person's chaos.
But this time, she didn't want to miss it again
Intention: Some secret loves do not end in vain, but the time has not come yet. When we all grow up to be better people, that sad little thing will turn into the most tender ending.