Qin Yu and I have been classmates in junior high school for two years, and we have never spoken more than twenty sentences in total.
Borrowing homework and the word "good" is everything.
During the summer vacation of the third grade of junior high school, I formed a group on Zhou Wan. Five people opened five computers and played League of Legends all summer long. Her profile picture was moved from the bottom of my list to the top.
The high school is divided into classes, she is in Class 1 and I am in Class 2. The corridor is only ten meters away, and there is a whole book of unfinished words hidden on the windowsill - she drew a cat, I wrote the answer, and I drew a heart on the back of the candy wrapper. We have been together and apart. On the day we broke up, she only said, "That's it." I didn't ask why. Later she deleted me. At an age when I had not yet learned to speak, she first learned not to wait.
Many years later Cheng Jing asked me: "Xu Yan, have you forgotten her?"
I didn't answer. The pen is still there in the drawer, but half of the writing on the note has been worn away.
What exactly did she say under the fireworks that year? It took me a long time to wait for the response——
But when the reply came, the person who said it was already far away.
Intention: Some answers, by the time they arrive, are no longer important. Youth is a farewell that is not on the same frequency.