As the weakest person in the class, Lin Lin's favorite thing to do every time she takes math class is to stare out the window in a daze.
The rain-soaked green leaves on the tree outside the window, the sunlight inadvertently exposed through the gaps in the leaves, and the chirping birds perched on the top of the branches all fascinated her more than the blackboard in front of her.
Until one day the spot at the window was occupied.
The boy was wearing a blue and white school uniform, and his whole body was clean and sunny, but the face he turned around showed undisguised indifference.
The tone is also unpleasant: "Why, you always think you like me?"
Lin Lin was sixteen years old at that time. She was shy by nature and her face turned red from suppressing it. The most vicious curse words imaginable were just three words: "Shameless!"
He turned the pen leisurely, and there was a teasing smile in his eyes that she didn't see.
At that time, Lin Lin's stepmother had just lived in her house with the boy in front of her for a week. However, Lin Lin felt a lot of resistance and disgust towards this "cheap guy" she picked up for free. The little theater she played in her mind every night before going to bed was "How to get the evil stepmother and her unpleasant son out of my house."
She never thought that one day two years later, she would stand in the stands with tens of thousands of people and boldly hand out her handwritten love letter to this "nasty guy" in front of everyone, and humbly ask:
"I like you, can you be with me?"
Rejection is both unexpected and expected.
He fixed his eyes affectionately on the friend next to her, and when he turned to look at her, he smiled like an asshole: "Sorry, I don't like people like you."
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The next year after their reunion, the two were sorting out their bookshelf, and Lin Lin accidentally dug out Jiang Yang's diary written in high school. The white paper was densely filled with the youth's thoughts.
That was evidence that he had liked her throughout his youth.
On the last page, his handwriting on the black lines penetrated the back of the paper, and it contained lyrics that he often listened to on the headphones during his youth.
——"I'm standing on your left, but it's like I'm separated by the Milky Way."
They were only in their third month of being together at that time, and he had been stalking her for a whole year, using all possible means to pursue her, and his face had already been trained to the point where he was not showing off.
Seeing the scene of her holding the diary, he just explained quietly: "The refusal at the beginning was just a matter of duplicity."
· Two-way secret love, chasing his wife, pseudo-orthopedics.
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