Shen Nian and Lu Yu sat at the front and back tables for a year and eight months.
He never took the initiative to talk to her, but she knew that every time she bent down to pick up a pen, he would secretly pull his feet back to avoid bumping her knees; in the winter, she caught a cold, and the next day there was a thermos cup on the corner of the table with ginger tea in it, with a note on the wall: "Don't ask, just drink."
The whole school felt that Lu Yu was cold and unreasonable. Only Shen Nian knew that the way he cared was by helping her get hot water, picking up her homework, and moving her chair forward an inch when she was lying on her stomach.
The most intimate words between them were when he turned around and asked, "Have you finished writing? Pass the paper forward." She handed it over, her fingertips touched his hand, and his ears turned red all afternoon.
On the last day of the first semester of his senior year in high school, he packed his schoolbag, stood in front of her desk, and said two words: "Let's go." Shen Nian nodded. He walked to the door and turned around: "Shen Nian, don't bend down to pick up pens anymore." Then he really left.
The day before the college entrance examination, Shen Nian emptied his desk and found a note stuck at the bottom of the drawer: "When you passed the paper forward, the moment you touched my hand, I thought about turning around and kissing you."
Later, she went to other provinces, changed her mobile phone number three times, and lost two WeChat IDs. Lu Yu never appeared again.
A few years later, she returned to her hometown and walked into the milk tea shop at the entrance of her high school. She heard the boss shout: "Lu Yu, are you still the same?" The keychain in her hand fell to the ground.
Someone bent down to pick it up for her.
She didn't look up.
Concept: Some people spend their entire youth loving you, but hide "I love you" in every bend, every cup of hot water, and every unsigned note. And when you find out, it's too late to look up.