When Green Plums Are Sour

There is always a box of strawberry-flavored milk in Shen Wangshu's schoolbag. That was for Lin Xiaoman. She has liked Lin Xiaoman for more than ten years. From that evening in junior high school, from the words "you are my best friend" written by classmate Lin Xiaoman, this love was destined to rot in the stomach. Shen Wangshu did a lot of things that he didn't dare to let Lin Xiaoman know: he took a detour to the door of her school and stood in the cold wind for an hour just to take a look at her from a distance; he wrote dozens of letters but never sent them; he dreamed of her smiling and when he woke up, his pillow was wet. Lin Xiaoman also has an encrypted photo album on his phone, all of which are Shen Wangshu. She didn't dare let anyone know. Two people, one in the south and one in the north, separated by two thousand kilometers. She doesn't tell, she doesn't ask. It seems that as long as no one opens their mouth, they can still stay by each other's side in the name of "friends". In the year of graduation, Shen Wangshu finally got on the high-speed train going south. At the exit of the station, she handed over the bottle of warm strawberry-flavored milk and said: "I like you, I have liked you since junior high school." Lin Xiaoman's tears fell: "You are finally willing to say it. Me too." It turns out that no one is braver than the other among them. There are only two green plums who have been bitter to each other for more than ten years. "We were all waiting for the other person to speak first, but we ended up being sore from waiting." Concept: Love is not about waiting to be brave, but about never letting go of the other person's hand in the long period of fear. Secret love is sour because you care; secret love is sweet because that person is worth it. Green plums are sour, but they will eventually mature.