Zhong Mei was drunk at a class reunion. She collapsed on the sofa and fell asleep. The waiter selected the top contact in her mobile phone address book and made the call.
It was Shen Chuannan who came. He was wearing a black printed jacket and black slacks. As soon as he entered the private room, he saw Zhong Mei. He walked over and sat down next to her. He crossed his hands on his knees, bent his back, and stared at her. She looked drunk, like a temperless kitten. She put her hands on her waist obediently, her head tilted to one side, and her black hair covered half of her face.
He patted her back, and she looked at him with slightly opened eyes, with a hint of surprise in her eyes. Soon the alcohol hit her head again, and she was about to fall forward. Shen Chuannan, with quick eyes and quick hands, grabbed her slender waist to prevent her from falling. When she sat upright, he quickly withdrew his hand.
Suddenly, Zhong Mei leaned her head on Shen Chuannan's shoulder and spoke louder than usual: "Shen Chuanan, will you like me?"
"Zhong Mei, are you drunk?"
Zhong Mei was drunk, and not ordinary drunk, but when she heard this answer, a crystal clear tear instantly fell from her left eye. She raised her hand to tidy up her broken hair and wiped away the tears on her left cheek without letting Shen Chuannan notice.
The next day, Zhong Mei took the train to Tibet alone.
Zhong Mei went to Tibet with a note containing Shen Chuannan's birthday wish for her, but in the end, the note flew away with Fengma Zhi.
Perhaps we have to admit that secret love has no results, just like the wind, no one sees it, and no one will ever find it. Who is blaming the wind for blinding the eyes and secretly shedding tears.
Concept: Love is beautiful and important, but our lives will not only be about love
Intention: secret love