"It's only because I feel that you look back on me that I remember your morning and evening."
The whole school said that Gu Hui in Class 1 was an inhumane iceberg.
Except for Mu Xi, no one had ever seen the indelible spring water in his eyes when he lowered his eyes.
Mu Xi could only think that it was his distant and polite way of dealing with others.
After all, she was just a coward who had to recite her lines three times in her mind even if she borrowed half an eraser from him.
The midsummer of seventeen years old was long, and Gu Hui was always looking back.
Pick up the pen, hand in the paper, and look at the countdown on the blackboard.
Only Mu Xi didn't know that every time he casually "looked back", the end of his gaze landed precisely on the tip of her swaying ponytail.
He was afraid that it would be too blatant, and he was also afraid that she would never notice it at all.
Mu Xi wrote in the locked diary: It is only because of you that I look back on you, which makes me remember your morning and evening.
Gu Hui calculated unconsciously on the draft paper filled with formulas: From my desk to the back of her chair, there are seven steps in total.
They were all waiting for the other person to speak first, but they were both defeated by the too hot sun that summer and the too noisy chirping of cicadas.
It wasn't until many years later that Mu Xi understood the foreshadowing hidden in his name——
It turns out that "Gu Hui" is not about returning to the shore, but looking forward and looking forward, and the migration is all about you.
Intention: All turning back has traces, all silences are insincere