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It is said that this is the best age in life. We met like seagulls and waves. When we got closer, the seagulls flew away and the waves rolled away. We parted, as bright as the moonlight in the sky, and I was just a speck of dust in the sea of ​​stars. They met in a moldy alley, but love is new. It is so easy to like someone, but it is difficult to love him. My name is Lin Yiren, and his name is Lu Fangfang. The so-called love is on the water side, in a place where no one knows, they have secretly loved him for five years. On the first day of school, the new class teacher Meng Wei said with a smile, and then started to name Lu Yifang... No one agreed to the teacher, so Lu Yifang went to participate in the competition. Okay, then Lin Yiren will arrive next. I looked up at the empty seat. There was no one there, only full of midsummer. In the days that followed, Lin Yi and Lu Yifang were pulled by an invisible thread, and Lu Yifang would always be caught in the campus tree-lined avenues and corners of the library. He is like what is written in the Book of Songs, "The beauty is prosperous, the hair is long and graceful." A gentleman. When Lin Yiren was fretting over his thesis, he would silently put down a cup of warm jasmine tea with a note underneath, saying that the fragrance of tea would relieve your worries at the desk. After she stayed up late for club activities, he would put the cooked white fungus soup on her usual seat in the study room. That night on the bench by the lake on campus, when the moonlight was like water, Lin Yiren took a step away, wishing to never forget the bright moon, but I remember all your looks, including the brokenness you thought you had hidden. He hugged Lin Yiren tremblingly, like hugging a hair that has been drifting for half his life. I heard him say, Lin Yiren, thank you... The wind on the lake rolled up their broken and embracing shadows, and finally waited for the boat to land, carrying a boat full of stars and tears. Later, one winter night, They were watching the snow on the rooftop of the campus. He suddenly held her hand and said, Lin Yiren, I want to make the broken past whole with you. Later I responded with tears, Lu Yifang, we are all worthy of redemption. The snow fell on their hands, slowly melting, like two broken hearts, oozing out of each other's warmth, sweet with grateful hope. One day in late autumn, the ginkgo avenue was covered with leaves like gold foil, and they walked side by side under the trees. He suddenly said, Yiren, do you know? I originally thought autumn was the least interesting. After I met you, the autumn in my memories had the warmth of spring. Lin Yiren looked up at him and saw the sunlight passing through the ginkgo leaves and falling on his shoulders, like the broken gold leaking from the alley back then, but there was so much in his eyes. The loneliness that cannot be broken down is still like a reef in the deep sea, shocking. Later, Lin Yiren saw the title page of the Republic of China edition of the Book of Songs in the library. There were faded handwriting, which was given to Ayi, I hope you will be quiet when you are with the piano and the harp. His signature was " The unfamiliar name made Lin Yiren's heart beat wildly - this was the book that Lu Fang had brought with him. When she went to the study room where he often sat, she bumped into him. She was staring at the computer screen in a daze. The page was an appointment interface for a psychiatrist. It turned out that his just-right tenderness was the result of his efforts to heal himself. He hid the misunderstood loneliness when he was a troubled boy who was fostered in his childhood. He lived his life as a model of happiness in the eyes of others. His heart was already riddled with holes... But his life... Hey! Stop talking! The spring wind blows through the tree-lined avenues of the campus, gently swaying the newly drawn leaves of the ginkgo. Lu Yifang is still gentle and restrained on the surface, and treats others thoughtfully and appropriately, but the wounds buried deep in his bones and blood have not completely dissipated. Many times, even he himself is not aware that the imprint of his childhood is still quietly influencing him. Faced with the preference given by Lin Yiren, he would often be at a loss and would habitually want to give more, as if only by constantly giving back could he be qualified to retain this love. He was afraid that if he asked for too much, he would annoy the other person, just like at home in the past, whenever he wanted a little attention, he would only get neglect and criticism. Occasionally there would be a small friction between the two, and Lu Yifang's first reaction would not be to argue, but to subconsciously give in and compromise. He would restrain his emotions, swallow all his grievances in his heart, quietly distance himself, and repeatedly speculate on whether he had done something wrong. Lin Yiren could see it clearly, but she also knew that the uneasiness engraved in her bones could not be smoothed away by a few words of comfort. She won't force him to open up immediately, but she will stand firm when he flinches and tell him that he doesn't have to bear everything alone. But old dreams still visit late at night. Lu Fang would occasionally wake up from nightmares, which contained endless quarrels at home, his father's rage after losing a bet, his mother's hysterical rebuke, and the indifference of the entire family favoring his younger brother. When he opened his eyes, he was surrounded by a quiet night, and next to him was Lin Yiren's steady breathing. The warmth of reality and the coldness of dreams intertwined, making him unable to fall asleep for a long time. Intention: pure love