In the second grade of high school, I became Wei Yan's deskmate.
My name is Wen Wan, I have a round face, wear black-rimmed glasses, I am quiet and slow-tempered, and I am used to hiding my worries in a corner where no one knows. He is thin and gentle, slightly broken-headed, and sometimes appears a bit ignorant when he is in a daze. He is gentle and polite to everyone.
We have been at the same table for three months. We pass notes in class and joke between classes. I always love to call his name over and over again, and he always responds to me softly. Those small and warm moments, like the late summer wind gently passing through my heart, made me study at dusk, and finally confirmed that I fell in love with him.
I hide this love very carefully. Hidden in the afterglow that dare not stay in class, hidden in his sudden pause in breathing when he leaned on my shoulder, hidden in the long look at each other by the window, hidden in the heartbeat that only I know. I naively thought that gentleness was preference and companionship was specialness.
Until the seats were changed, he and Ji Ning became seatmates.
Only then did I see clearly that the light and joy in his eyes never belonged to me. The natural closeness between them, the tacit understanding of each other's eyes, and the unspoken care between them are two-way running that can be understood at a glance. I stood in the position of a bystander, my heart felt like it had been hollowed out, and sourness spread throughout my body.
I never confessed, never tested, never disturbed, I just quietly fell in love with her, quietly felt sad, and quietly watched him getting closer and closer to her. We had no quarrels or barriers, we just drifted apart naturally over time.
Later, he and she were together and became the most suitable couple in everyone's eyes.
And I sealed that secret love that no one knew about forever in the summer when I was seventeen.
It turned out that there was some excitement, but there was no response from the beginning.
Some encounters can only be together for a journey, not for a lifetime.
He was the gentlest wind in my youth, but after all, he never stayed for me.
Concept: The most gentle regret in youth is that my heart moves alone, but his heart belongs to him.