Stationary Meteor

He is a physics genius in the eyes of everyone. He is cold and distant, like a planet running on a predetermined orbit, precise and constant, and will not deviate from anyone. She is a quiet girl who transferred to another school. She is as transparent as a glass of warm water. She does not fight for anything, and her presence is as low as dust. No one knows that she has a sketchbook, which is full of moments that are ignored by the world - the corners of clothes blown by the wind, the arc of falling raindrops, and the loneliness that no one else notices when the young man by the window frowns. In the fall of her sophomore year in high school, Lin Xi transferred to Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School and noticed Shen Juan by the window in her first class. His "isolation" and her "quietness" are like two signals with the same frequency, quietly resonating in the noisy crowd. By accident, Shen Juan discovered her sketchbook. The person in the painting is him - not the radiant appearance on the podium, but the moments when he was looking at the clouds alone and slightly lowering his eyes, those moments when he thought no one knew about him. There is a line of small words next to it: "His loneliness is like a stationary meteor." The scientific genius who was indifferent to all interpersonal relationships had for the first time a curiosity about a "human being" that could not be solved with formulas. From then on, there were two more people having lunch together on the rooftop, two more figures recording data side by side in the laboratory, and two more figures walking together after school in a quiet alley. They did not have a grand confession, only a bottle of water quietly put down, a pot of mint that was watered in turns, an umbrella placed at the feet, and a confession under the starry sky of the planetarium in the name of "optimal solution". Later, he went to Tsinghua University in the north to study physics, while she stayed in the Chinese Academy of Fine Arts in the south to study painting. The phone call at eight o'clock every Saturday night spans the distance between 39 degrees north latitude and 30 degrees north latitude; a picture of snow in Boston and a picture of rain in Paris form their common sky. He wrote in the acknowledgments of his thesis "Thanks to the person who kept me quiet", and she wrote on the title page of the picture book "To the person who looked at the stars at 42 degrees north latitude". The time difference in a foreign country makes day and night upside down, but it never makes the two hearts misaligned. When he encountered a scientific research bottleneck and collapsed, she bought the fastest ticket and flew halfway around the world; when she missed an important art exhibition, he used all the tenderness in the rest of his life to compensate. Nine years later, he took her back under the simulated starry sky with the ring and said: "I have calculated that it has been three thousand two hundred and fifteen days since I met you. Lin Xi, you are my first principle - no need to prove, it will always be true." And she took out the starry sky map that she had painted for nine years from her bag. It had two stars close together and a line of words that had never been shown to anyone: "Still meteors can also be seen by others. And when I see them, I don't want to look away." This is a story about "being seen". In this era when everyone is eager to speak out, someone is willing to stop, hear your silence, see your loneliness, and then tell you - that meteor that everyone thought was fleeting, in my eyes, has long since stopped and turned into a star. Youth is so short, love someone as early as possible. But if it's you, it's worth the wait. Intention: "The highest level of love in this world is not to break into the other person's world with a bang, but to 'see' the other person quietly - to see his loneliness, his silence, his unknown vulnerability, and then spend a lifetime telling him: I see you, and I am not going anywhere."