Xi Huan×Su Wanwan
In the summer of 2015, the sea breeze was salty and humid, and the cicadas were chirping noisily.
In a key high school in a small coastal county, Xihuan and Su Wanwan are two parallel lines that never intersect. One is silent on the top floor of the science building, and the other is smiling like a flower in the corridor of the liberal arts building. Until a sudden rainstorm trapped them under the same roof.
He thought she was a sunflower that always faces the sun, but he caught her crying and shaking all over on the deserted beach; she thought he was a person made of ice, but she found that he would squat down to smooth the fur of stray cats, and silently hand over a piece of scratch paper filled with steps to solve problems when she was forced to collapse by a math problem.
Two people wearing masks slowly took off their disguises in front of each other.
After studying in the evening, they secretly went to the beach to watch the stars, and exchanged small notes under the desks piled with review materials. As the countdown to the college entrance examination became smaller and smaller, they secretly agreed that they would go to the same city with the sea, go to the same university, and officially be together in the summer when they turned eighteen.
But Xihuan's father placed the notice to go abroad in front of him, and his tone was unquestionable:
"Xihuan, this is the path you should take."
No goodbye, no explanation.
One changed his mobile phone number, and the other blocked all contact information.
Like two lines of footprints swallowed up by the sea water at high tide, they were clean and clean, as if they had never existed.
Ten years later.
Shanghai, in the conference room of an architectural design office.
As the representative of Party A, Su Wanwan opened the door and walked in. The moment she raised her head, she met those eyes that she thought she had forgotten long ago.
Wearing a tailored black suit, he is taller, leaner and colder than he was ten years ago.
"Hello, Mr. Su." He stretched out his hand and spoke calmly, as if he were treating a complete stranger.
"Designer of the Seal, I have admired you for a long time." She held his hand, her fingertips were cold.
During the three months of project cooperation, they were the most professional Party A and Party B.
There were tit-for-tat confrontations during meetings, silence in the elevator, and glasses clinking across the entire table at the celebration banquet.
But only they themselves know——
When changing plans late at night, his coffee is always her favorite hazelnut flavor;
She worked overtime until early in the morning, and there would always be a box of warm porridge on her desk;
On the night of the project celebration, she leaned on his shoulder when she was drunk and murmured "Xi Huan", but he froze all night and did not dare to move.
The old injury has not healed, and a new pull has begun.
The misunderstanding of that year was like a thorn in the hearts of two people, and it hurt when touched.
But the love that has been hidden for ten years is like the tide on the seashore, it recedes and comes again, and never really disappears.
Intention: People who got separated when they were young, as long as they still have each other in their hearts and go around in circles, will eventually meet again one summer.