Lin Qichi fell in love with Shen Yanzhou and pursued him for three full years from the first year of high school to the third year of high school.
She ran errands for him, helped him with his homework, and carried punishments for him. She put all her humble and passionate thoughts in front of him.
Shen Yanzhou's response to her was always a simple "You don't have to come every time."
She thought it was rejection.
She didn't know that that boy stood at her starting point earlier, quietly, and desperately than anyone else.
——In the winter when he was thirteen years old, the wounded boy squatted at the entrance of the alley. It was Lin Qichi who knelt down and handed him a box of warm milk.
He didn't know her name, but he remembered those clear eyes.
Later, he transferred to her school and personally pushed away everyone who wanted to get close to him but was pushed away by him.
After the college entrance examination, she finally gave up, dragged her suitcase south alone, and deleted all contact information.
In another city, Shen Yanzhou clutched the application form she had filled out with red eyes.
We met again three years later. He was the proud student of the Architecture Department, and she was the most dazzling student representative of the Photography Department.
He handed over a bouquet of white platycodon and she said, "I don't like platycodon now."
He asked her what she liked, and she said: "Red roses, like burning clouds, like weeds reborn from the ashes."
But what she didn't say was——
It has been raining since I was thirteen years old, and it hasn't stopped yet.
Intention: Secret love is not a humble begging, but a period of self-growth practice - when you finally learn to love yourself first, the world will send the best love to you.