Yes, who still writes letters nowadays? If only ambiguities and confessions could be done on WeChat. But when you hold the paper full of words in your hands, you still feel infatuated. During the years of junior high school and high school, he had always understood her as a confidant and protected her with great detail and a sense of security. After class, she wandered around and stood at the door of the corridor, waiting for her and her friends to buy snacks and come back with a smile. A little boy grabbed her hair from behind and kicked her to tease her, but he would kick her away. He watched her go upstairs and into the class, and then turned around and went back to her own class. When passing by the class schedule, I would figure out when I would have a math class with her class, and I could carry a bench to find her, sit next to her, and write some heart-warming green words on her desk before I left. On weekends, he would step into the small town's morning sunshine, climb over the wall into her classroom, put chocolates, fresh snacks, and the little girl's favorite small objects into the hole in her desk, and leave the two or three words he wanted to say on the card as usual. Every Monday when she made up her homework and saw the beautiful handwriting on the paper on the table, it was a moment when she fell in love with him more and more.
Concept: It turns out that when I was young, it wasn't that person I liked; it was you who was the only special existence in that person's heart.