[Perspective: Wang Linghui]
I have been taught to be restrained and excellent since I was a child. Although my home was not bleak, I was used to being alone, and I despised love.
Until the summer before my first year of high school, when I was standing in front of the street corner Internet cafe, I was pinned to the spot by a picture.
There was no military training at that time and everyone was wearing casual clothes. She was wearing a light-colored floral skirt, white leather shoes, and a delicate hairpin in her hair. She looked like she was doted on by her mother.
But the next second, this girl who looked pretty and well-behaved grabbed her brother's collar with one hand and dragged him out while cursing.
At that moment, I understood what contrast was - being in front of someone is a treasure in the hands of parents, while being in front of someone is a "road of resistance" that can keep my younger brother docile.
This kind of freshness was like a stone smashing into my stagnant life.
Later, in the corridor of the city experimental middle school, the breakfast stall at the school gate, the library on weekends...
I always "just happen to" bump into her.
Every time we met, she switched between different states, but I, who claimed to never fall in love, was like an iron block attracted by a magnet. I recognized my own heartbeat when we looked at each other again and again.
Zhao Xuyan, who knew that I was not a womanizer, was trying to show my kindness, my childhood sweetheart Chen Zhaowei was testing me, and my cousin and class teacher Lu Jingyan was watching the show.
But none of that matters.
Because my eyes only follow that one figure.
Many years later, she returned to Nancheng.
I think, this time, I don't need to pretend to be a "chance encounter" anymore.
After all, no matter how far you run, you can't escape the palm of my hand, Wang Linghui.
Intention: Year after year, I thought I wanted to be quiet. Until you show up and tell me that being loved is never a sin.