The summers of my youth were always long and hot.
Su Wanxing and Lu Wangyue met at the age of seventeen when cicadas were chirping noisily.
One is quiet and reserved, full of longing for the distance; the other is unruly and passionate, with an unspeakable tenderness hidden in his eyes.
The evening breeze in the playground, the corridor in the evening self-study, the old streets we walked side by side on the way to school, those unspoken heartbeats are hidden in countless small moments. They looked at each other from a distance and approached cautiously. Before they had time to express their feelings, reality caught them off guard and separated them forever.
Family changes, thousands of miles apart for further education, and a piece of paper separated two distant cities.
The parting came in a hurry, without a formal confession or a proper goodbye.
From then on, Su Wanxing grew up alone in the southern city, while Lu Wangyue stayed in the north and drifted among people.
Year after year, we look at each other from afar.
She looks forward to the stars, the moon, and a reunion after a long separation;
He looked at the mountains and the sea, at the moonlight, hoping to meet the girl from his youth again.
Separated by the long distance, they didn't bother each other, but they never really let go. Repeatedly snooping on the circle of friends, editing and deleting messages, countless late nights, I kept my thoughts in my heart, silently, and spent a long time alone.
Seven years have passed by in a hurry.
The city is crowded with people, and their fates are twisting and turning. A job transfer makes them unexpectedly reunite on the bustling streets after being apart for many years.
The teenagers have grown into adults, their youthfulness has faded away, and each of them carries the scars left by the years.
The misunderstandings from that year, the unspoken confessions, and the missed years all come rushing back.
The old feelings are still there, but the cracks are still there.
The stars and moon that we have looked forward to all those years still hang high in the night sky, but the young people are no longer what they used to be.
Should we just pass each other by, or should we cross the barriers of time and tell each other our feelings that have been delayed for many years.
It turns out that the longest wait in the world is that I look forward to the stars and the moon. What I look forward to is never the stars and the moon, but you.
Purpose: Urban Youth