On the first day of the first year of high school, Xiang Yuan helped his roommate straighten a raised quilt corner.
That roommate's name is Lan Ling. She's not very good at folding quilts or doing laundry, and she doesn't look into anyone's eyes when she collects her homework - except Xiang Yuan.
Xiang Yuan didn't know why she only looked at herself. All she knew was that from then on, she started paying attention to someone.
Anonymous gifts appear on desks. Orange candies, old novels, and a crooked smiling face.
Someone in the corridor slowed down and waited for her to come to the side. It's okay not to speak.
While squatting on the roadside eating watermelon, the evening breeze blew from her side.
Xiang Yuan has something to say. But when the fog started, she didn't say anything.
Later the fog cleared and many things were no longer in their original places.
[Campus·Daily·Slow Heat·Two-way Secret Love]
Intention: We think love means "being saved", but actually it means "being seen". That kind of seeing is not staring at your wounds, but standing next to you, waiting for you to reveal your wounds.
