The Tree Knows

In the first year of junior high school, Chen Yi felt that Pei Hui was a little gangster. There are crowds at the door of Class 5, the school uniform is not zipped, and the exercises are always slow. He was a bit shorter than her, but he brought someone to find a boy in her class to ask for an explanation. Chen Yi was sitting in the third row, glanced at him through the gap in his arm, and made a mental note: Stay away from this kind of person. But the school is too small. During the running exercise, the two classes were next to each other, and she saw that he was the only one who turned around and came back to help the man who was bent over. Passing by the door of Class 6, she saw him lowering his head to do the questions, and said to the people next to him, "Don't make any noise, I haven't finished the questions yet." The score list is posted - third in the math grade. Pei returned. Two words. This is the first time I've seen his name, but there's no need to guess, it's definitely him. The second grade school was reorganized into a small group system, and two people were assigned to the same group. She sat opposite him in the T-shaped seat. She became his support object. There is an extra profile picture in her sex list, and he can only reply to messages on weekends. She saved up the questions she wanted to ask and waited until the weekend to post them together - in fact, she already knew some of those questions. One Saturday morning, she wore a blue overalls, a bun, and a butterfly hairpin. She stood in the stone pavilion in front of the school, holding an unopened bottle of mineral water in her hand, and waited for more than ten minutes. He said he wanted to go to tutoring, and she said she wanted to exercise. He ran over from the playground covered in sweat, and she handed him the water in his hand. Neither of them said that word. After graduating from the third grade of junior high school, he stayed in the city to attend high school, and she went to the No. 7 Middle School in the town. He gets up early every weekend, uses the living expenses he saves to buy new things in the city, and takes the township bus to find her in the town. She would also secretly get up early and take a car into the city, without telling him in advance, and suddenly appear at the school gate. He felt bad about himself because he was fat, but she never felt that way. There are two hours of township bus service between them—sometimes on the same bus, one going to the town and the other going to the city, passing each other on the highway. In his sophomore year of high school, he spent 50 yuan on ice cream and milk and lectured her in a rental house of less than 20 square meters. She mustered up the courage to say that. The words stuck in my throat. He said he would wait until the college entrance examination is over. Then he slowly faded out of her life, leaving her to prepare for the exam quietly. On the day of the college entrance examination, on her way to the examination room, she saw a figure from behind in the crowd - a blue overalls. It was the same as the day of the second grade of junior high school. Later he went to Fujian to study at university. She's there too. The first time they met after the college entrance examination, she was wearing a white dress, a bun, and the butterfly hairpin. She stood in the crowd and smiled at him with her hands behind her back. They walked on a deserted path and sat down on a long wooden bench. She pointed to the top of the tree: "What's on top?" He said: "There are trees." She said, "I'm talking about you. I like you." What he didn't know was that they were sitting under a tree chatting during his freshman year of high school. After he returned, he changed his name to "Tree". She didn't know he had changed his name. He just didn't say it. Six years. Both of them thought they were in unrequited love. Intention: The best way to like someone is not to say it, but to do it. Spend six years doing one thing - call it close