On the day of class placement for the second year of high school, Xi Jingbai huddled against the wall and buried his face in the collar of his school uniform, wishing that no one would see him.
The head teacher moved Ji Xingling next to him. Ji Xingling put down her schoolbag and smiled at him: "Hello, deskmate."
That was the first time someone took the initiative to talk to him.
Ji Xingling helped him guard the barbecue stall and chased away the people who blocked him in the alley; but Xi Jingbai didn't say anything, but skipped school to accompany Ji Xingling when he had a fever and was given an intravenous drip. He stayed by the hospital bed and didn't even dare to take a sip of water, for fear that no one would help him look after the hanging bottle while he was gone.
He secretly wrote Ji Xingling in his diary and crossed it out - he didn't deserve it.
But the light was too warm, and he was reluctant to let go.
Checking her cell phone, limiting social interaction, and pulling people back to her with red eyes when Ji Xingling said a word to others. He said, "I'm just afraid you'll leave," his voice was trembling, like a bluffing stray dog.
It wasn't until Ji Xingling's relatives discovered the relationship between the two that he became seriously ill and was hospitalized. Ji Xingling said to him in the corridor of the ward: "Xi Jingbai, you are holding on too tightly."
On the day they broke up, Xi Jingbai locked himself in the room, flipping through the photos of Ji Xingling secretly taken on his phone, clicking one by one, his fingers shaking until he couldn't hold down the screen - the breakfast Ji Xingling secretly stuffed for him, the wine he blocked for him, and all the moments when he thought he was "unworthy of being loved", all were true.
What he lost was the only person who took the initiative to squat down and touch his head.
When they met again after so many years, Ji Xingling thought that he would still pounce on her regardless of the situation as before. But Xi Jingbai just stood under the streetlight from a distance, looking at him, not daring to come closer or go far, waiting for him to approach like before.
Ji Xingling suddenly remembered the words Xi Jingbai wrote on the title page of his diary in his sophomore year of high school - Meteors streaked across the night. From then on, I was no longer afraid of every night.
Concept: Love is mutual understanding and respect