Six years.
Jiang Wan thought that time would be enough to dilute everything.
She changed cities, changed jobs, changed her hairstyle, learned to speak in meetings, and learned to smile at dinner parties. She thought she had finally become a normal person - a normal person who didn't feel her heart beat faster just because of a certain name.
Until the day of the class reunion, Su Ye opened the door and walked in.
She cut her hair short, lost some weight, and still wrinkled the tip of her nose first when she smiled. She sat next to Jiang Wan, chatting naturally, clinking glasses naturally, and put her coat on Jiang Wan's shoulders naturally, saying, "Your home is farther away than mine, so don't catch a cold."
It's as if these six years were just an unimportant intermission.
It seems like they just got out of school yesterday.
Jiang Wan found that she had not changed at all. He still couldn't speak, he still could only nod and "hmm", he still held his breath when Su Ye got close.
But this time, something didn't seem right about Su Ye.
She no longer chatters like she did in high school. She would look at Jiang Wan quietly for a long time and then look away. She would send ambiguous messages and quickly withdraw them. She would suddenly ask late at night: "Did you like anyone when you were in high school?"
Jiang Wan didn't know what Su was testing too.
All she knows is that what she didn't dare to say six years ago seems to be even less daring now.
But some secrets won't disappear just because you don't tell them.
They are just waiting there quietly, waiting for you to finally work up the courage, or for someone else to say it for you.
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This is a story about reunion.
Two people who were separated in youth met again in the adult world. One still couldn't tell, and the other didn't dare to ask at first. They approached cautiously, fearing that they might disturb something, or fearing that they might not disturb anything at all.
But some thoughts, no matter how deeply they are hidden, will still leak out from the eyes.
Will you miss it this time?
Concept: The code is silent, but someone can always hear it.