On the first day of school for the senior year of high school, He Miao was late.
She rushed around the corner of the corridor with her sausage in her mouth and ran into a hug. The backlight was too strong and I couldn't see my face clearly. My brain twitched - "I'm sorry" and "I'm sorry" were fighting, and I blurted out "I can't hold you."
The other party didn't say anything, and she ran away with a red face.
That night, she asked someone on the campus wall to apologize, and the person added her as a friend. He doesn't talk much online but he can always catch her jokes, tell her the final question, and send her voice messages to say good night. The voice was low, and the laughter made people's ears feel hot.
Offline, the newly transferred back desk Qi Qi is taciturn and has ridiculously good grades. He Miao barely spoke to him, and only occasionally caught his gaze when she turned back to pick up things - those eyes were very deep, as if they were hiding something.
She didn't know that the person who said good night to her every day was sitting right behind her.
She didn't know that the phrase "can't hold her" was stored in his mobile phone and listened to repeatedly.
She didn't even know that the way she squatted at the school gate to eat spicy hotpot and splashed soup all over him three years ago had already been remembered by him for three full years.
Qi Qi knows everything, but he is not in a hurry to say it. He wanted to wait for her to come over on her own.
Intention: Love is a long wait, but also a brave rush