In his second year of junior high school, Song Xingchen stuffed a can of lemon candies into his schoolbag every morning.
Not to eat by myself. It's for the girl in the fifth row by the window in the fourth group. Her name is Lin Xingyu, a physical education student. When she smiles, her freckles crowd together. She was never polite when she reached out for candy. He would know to unscrew the lid just by tapping on the corner of the table. Pour two at a time, one light and one white, the taste is the same, but he deliberately pours one of each each time. She never separated them and threw them into her mouth together, narrowing her eyes from the soreness.
At that time, he didn't know it was love.
I found out later. She also has a boyfriend.
He laid down the rules: Stay outside the line, keep your distance. He listened when she needed to talk, and walked away when she didn't. He thought he could do it. Until she put the last two candies in her and another person's hands, stood under the sunset and cried.
That evening she came over and said I haven't asked you for candy for a long time. Can you give me one? He gave her the whole can, smiled and waved goodbye. What he said was "Farewell".
This is probably what secret love feels like. What you have is always only something related to her, but no longer shared with her.
This work is updated every three days (I am a junior high school student, my creative time is limited, and the update efficiency is not high, please understand)
Concept: The regret in youth is never doing something wrong, but not doing anything
