Summer 2015.
The sun pours in outside the window and the cicadas chirp endlessly. A group of graduates have just been sent away from the junior high school campus.
Li Zhinuan stood in front of the window, looking at the students wearing uniforms entering and exiting the campus below, and her thoughts went back to three years ago, when she first met him.
In the three years of junior high school, what is the most important thing to you?
Li Zhinuan quickly reviewed what happened in the past three years, big and small, flashing one by one. Finally, he smiled to himself, as if he was the only one.
If he really wanted to summarize his three years in junior high school, Li Zhinuan would seriously write down in his diary: I loved someone.
At the end of the sentence, the hand holding the pen paused. Li Zhinuan felt the pain in his heart. He suppressed the soreness in his eyes and continued to write word for word: He doesn't love me.
In the three years of junior high school, several seasons merged together, and the weather changed several times. In the end, they only condensed into ten words:
I loved someone.
He doesn't love me.
The afternoon sun was dazzling, the summer breeze brought bursts of warmth, and the playground was filled with the smell of rubber. Boys and girls walked in small groups on the campus, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the cicadas chirped, just like the summer when they loved him, sincere and passionate.
Intention: If two people get along with each other, they must resolve misunderstandings in time. Don't wait until the day things are right and people are different to wake up and regret it for the rest of their lives.
