The seventeen-year-old evening wind carried the fallen leaves of the sycamore tree, blowing outside the evening self-study window, and also blew a secret heartbeat.
Su Wan and Lu Zhiheng were classmates across the aisle in high school. The young man was cold and reserved, while the girl was timid and sensitive. In countless small moments of getting along day and night, love quietly took root in the hearts of the two, but they were both limited by their youthful self-esteem and timidity and could never express it.
Exam papers, sunset, the evening breeze on the way to school, the afterglow of passing by in the corridor, all the obscure preferences are hidden in silence. The college entrance examination ended, midsummer ended, and they had a hasty separation. They were pushed by fate to two distant cities in the north and south.
There was no quarrel, no bloody betrayal, just distance, future and youthful hesitation, quietly widening the gap between the two. The chat records gradually became silent, the greetings gradually became sparse, and the feelings that were once almost broken were buried in the dust of the years.
After seven years, the city reunited.
They have grown into mature adults, lost their youthful youth, and met again in the sea of people. The past was turbulent, and I realized that it turned out to be a two-way journey. It turned out that he had been tossing and turning over her, and it turned out that he saw all her cautiousness.
But time has changed, and time has already rewritten each other's life trajectories.
Those years missed cannot be recovered, reality is before our eyes, and the broken mirror will never be reunited.
The evening breeze still blows through the streets every year, but their youth will always stay in that midsummer dusk.
It's not that I don't love you, it's that I met you too early and understood you too late.
That grand and passionate love ended in the evening breeze and turned into regret, leaving only a long life to remember again and again.
The two-way secret love between high school classmates was defeated by the timidity and distance of youth.
Seven years later, they reunited and revealed the unspoken feelings of the year.
But youth has long come to an end. Even if we meet old friends, old dreams will never come true.
The night breeze remains the same every year, and I can never go back to being seventeen years old.
Purpose: youthful inspiration