When he was fourteen years old, he squatted in an alley and asked him, "Are you okay?"
He remembered this incident for more than ten years.
He cooked meals for him, gave lectures, warmed his quilt, and gave him the best years. He thought it was family affection and responded, "Okay, okay, I like you too" - I didn't know that he didn't mean that kind of love.
Later he wanted to get married and he left. It's been six years since I left.
He later realized that the vacant seat had always been his. He watched him for six years through other people's photos, watching him have new friends and a new life in another city. In the photos, there was always a blond-haired person standing next to him. He saved them one by one, and when he traced them with his fingers, he seemed to be walking on a road that could not be turned back.
He's back. He locked him up in his house - the door was unlocked and he just didn't dare let him go.
He cooked noodles for him, learned how to cook, dug out the dog's photos, and made up for the words he hadn't said in those years. He said Tuantuan was his dog, he said he had known him for a long time, and he said he regretted it.
He said: I will learn to speak later.
He finished talking about everything in the cemetery. When he stood up, someone tapped him on the shoulder and said let's go. The two men walked out of the cemetery side by side.
He waited for more than ten years, and it took him six years to catch up. Fortunately, it's not too late.
For the future, take your time.
Concept: Love is not an earth-shattering moment, but "I am" in countless ordinary days. It took Wen Jue more than ten years to tell Jianghuaizhou about this, and it took Jianghuaizhou six years to understand. Fortunately, he understood. Fortunately, when he turned around, Wen Jue was still there.