The camphor cicadas chirped loudly on the third day of the lunar new year. He Zhile had hidden all his thoughts for a whole year, all about Lin Xu. He is cold, restrained, gentle and distant, and is the cleanest and most dazzling boy in his grade. Everyone thought he was cold and unapproachable, but only He Zhile knew how touching his tenderness hidden in the details was. He would quietly move the test paper over to accompany her to do the questions, would hand her mineral water with just the right temperature after running, and would patiently give her guidance in a low voice when she was stuck on a difficult problem.
He couldn't hide his heartbeat when he was young, and he always favored him from the corner of his eye.
In fact, He Zhile fell into trouble very early. But at the age of thirteen or fourteen, I was too timid, too awkward, and too afraid of the regret of having an uncertain future.
So on that evening when the sky was filled with sunset, when Lin Xu said his love to her solemnly and seriously with his ears red,
She clenched her clothes tightly and shook her head cruelly.
With the words "Let's study hard", she pushed away the person who had been the most attractive person in her entire youth.
After that rejection, He Zhile regretted it for two whole years.
She thought that the story had ended long ago, and that her young and reckless heartbeat would eventually change with the wind.
It wasn't until the summer vacation of the first year of high school that we reunited after a long absence. Two years later, Lin Xu stood in front of her again, restarting the unfinished confession of his youth.
This time, He Zhile did not dare to agree easily.
She was afraid that it was just a boy's temporary obsession, that his love had faded over the years, so she wanted to test and confirm whether this love was still hot.
But her hesitant "I'll think about it" was regarded as a second rejection by him. From then on, Lin Xu no longer took the initiative or approached.
He was restrained, silent, and retreated to a safe distance. He seemed like a stranger, but he quietly watched her every time, his eyes always behind her.
Later, she rushed forward bravely, filled with belated sincerity and tenderness, and approached him step by step, melting his defenses bit by bit.
The boy pulls repeatedly, the night breeze returns, and the love is late, and in the long youth, he will tenderly narrate all the passionate love in the rest of his life.
Concept: Youthful secret love is also growth, face it bravely and live up to your youth.