Chi Xia Yaoyao

At the end of June, warnings of flight delays were rolling over the airport broadcasts. It was this unfortunate delay that caught Tao Yao, who had just finished the college entrance examination, into Song Chi's eyes. In the bustling waiting hall, the girl leaned quietly against the glass curtain wall, her silhouette slightly alienated by the summer sky. Only Song Chi himself knew the thrilling moment. For the first time in his life, he mustered up all the courage to strike up a conversation, clumsily and sincerely. However, Tao Yao only responded politely and briefly, and then disappeared at the boarding gate with the flow of people, as if he was just an insignificant gust of wind, leaving no trace on her heart. That summer, Song Chi's first heartbeat ended without a cure. I thought the story would end here. But the gears of fate quietly clicked in September. On the first day of college, on the crowded campus, Song Chi could hardly believe his eyes - the figure that had haunted him at the airport actually appeared again, standing under the same sycamore tree as him. It turned out that they were admitted to the same university. This time, there was no rush at the airport. In the same classroom, chance encounters in the library, and club activities, Song Chi was finally able to truly get to know Tao Yao as a "classmate." He gradually discovered that she was not as cold and unapproachable as when he first met her. She would frown over a difficult problem, and her eyes would slightly curl when she read an interesting passage. She had her own stubborn principles and soft heart. He approached quietly in the name of a friend, no longer mentioning the abruptness and excitement at the airport. He only cared about whether she had brought an umbrella and shared a book she might like. From late summer to late autumn, from early winter to spring. As we get along day after day, the stunning filter of the first meeting fades away, and what remains is a solid understanding and tacit understanding. Those ordinary times spent together are like a trickle, unknowingly overflowing the heart. When Tao Yao finally showed an unprepared and reassuring smile on a moonlit night to Song Chi, who had already been integrated into every aspect of her life, Song Chi knew that the "like" she recognized at the airport was finally waiting for her "me too" echo in the brewing time. Their story begins with a delay, but ends with a real encounter at the right time. Concept: Love is not about chasing, but about calibration. We all experience delays on our respective routes, only to meet at the right altitude and then fly on the same frequency.