"Mo Ninglan." I called his name.
"Yeah." His voice was low and hoarse, and his eyes with lowered eyelashes looked a little confused.
"Did you feel like this when you were in college?" As I asked this question, the fingers of my originally open palm slowly shrank into a ball. My palms were slightly sweaty and my heart was pounding. Yes, I was actually a little nervous.
He turned his head and looked at me, with something indescribable in his eyes.
After being silent for a while, he said, "Did you notice me when you were in college?" He raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of disbelief.
I don't know how to answer. Saying "I noticed" sounds like a confession; saying "I didn't notice" sounds like a lie. I did notice him, but that kind of attention was not intentional, it was involuntary, like a river flowing to a lower place or a leaf falling to the ground.
"During military training," I grabbed the edge of my pants, relieved a little tension, and smiled slightly, "you stood in a military posture, your legs kept shaking, but you didn't fall. Every time I looked to the right, you were there."
Noila Mo looked at me for a long time. Just when I thought this topic was going nowhere, he spoke.
"I also noticed you." He said, his voice was very low, as if he was speaking to himself, "You always stand upright and the instructor never scolds you. I thought at that time, this person is really awesome."
His words were like a needle, gently pricking my heart. It didn't hurt, but there was an indescribable itch.
It turns out that in the corners where we didn't know each other, we had already quietly noticed each other.
Intention: When you meet someone, you will encounter mountains and rivers, and when you think of someone, the wind will pass through the gentle waves.