After the military training of my first year of high school, I was penniless and stranded at the school gate. I borrowed twenty yuan from the boy in the back who I didn't know very well. He paid it to me without asking anything, not even asking for an IOU.
Later we got together. He climbed over the wall to buy me brown sugar water and was made to stand, hid the last game coin in a transparent box, and gave me a crescent moon necklace in public on my eighteenth birthday. The teacher asked him which class he was in, and he blurted out in a panic that he was in my class - we had already separated our subjects at that time and were not in the same classroom.
In my sophomore year of high school, my body and mind collapsed without warning. I dropped out of school silently, without saying goodbye or one last time. His voice was still so nice on the phone, but I saved up thousands of words and could only squeeze out one word: "Yeah."
He waited for two months and finally sent a long message. He said that Chen Wang really liked Lin Zhiyang and liked him very much. But that was once upon a time.
Many years later, I accidentally looked through his social account - the avatar was always a double picture, and his WeChat nickname had been changed many times. The most recent one was called "Yangcun Fugitive Villager." I was stunned when I saw it, and then there was a dull sourness in a corner of my heart. After so many years, he changed his name to a sheep.
His signature has never changed. It has been hanging on it since we were still playing around in school, and it has been hanging on it until now, without changing a word - "Almost is enough."
He always thought it was me who refused to accommodate. Little did he know, I just didn't have the strength anymore.
Intent: To truly present the powerlessness and regret of young love under real difficulties - letting go is not betrayal, it is the only tenderness that can be given at that moment.