Wait
候
by Yululululu (雨路路路路)
- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 6k Words
- Chapters
- 2
- Genre
- Romance
- Era
- Modern Era
- Updated
- 3mo ago
- Source
- JJWXC
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Synopsis
Mu Wanqing has lived next door to Lu Xingzhou since she was born. He is recognized by the whole school as the male idol - top of the list in grades, all-around athletic, gentle and steady, with a smile like the sun in winter. The drawer is filled with love letters. If you refuse, you will always be polite and distant: "Thank you, I don't want to think about this for the time being." No one knows that he has been waiting for someone to grow up. When she was a child, she cried in the redbud bushes, and it was he who found her and took her home. In junior high school, she was at a loss when she had her menstrual period. It was he who carried her to the toilet and ran to the canteen to buy sanitary napkins for her. She had a crush on him for six years. From the first year of junior high school to the third year of high school, she would lie on the corridor railing and look at the opposite teaching building every morning, thinking that she was well hidden. But she didn't know - he chose a seat by the window so that she could see him. He added a back seat to his mountain bike to take her to and from school. Every time she peeked at him and was distracted during his lecture, he knew it, but he just didn't say it. He knows everything. Knowing that she likes him, knowing that she dare not say it, knowing that she is not ready yet. He is waiting. Wait for her to grow up, wait for her to finish the college entrance examination, wait for her to finally muster up the courage. After waiting for many years, he didn't rush, push or guide, he just stayed quietly next door, being her brother next door, tutor, exclusive driver and eternal backing. Later at the beach, he finally said those words for her. "You like me." "I know everything." "I like you, I have liked you since I was a child." This is a story about "next door". One wall, two doors, eighteen years. He waited for her all his youth, and she finally came to him at the end of her youth. It turns out that the best confession in the world is not "I like you", but - "I already knew it." Intention: Real love is not about rushing to possess, but about waiting patiently - waiting for a person to grow up, waiting for her to be ready, waiting for her to say those words that you have known for a long time. The best love is when I give the initiative to you, and I am always there.