Wu Yixuan doesn't know how to describe her youth. Maybe it was the thick volumes of diaries about Wu Bingheng, maybe it was the deliberate glances in the crowded cafeteria, maybe it was the mood of walking around half of the playground just to catch a glimpse of him, or maybe it was the poems and essays that included his name in the school magazine.
"Anyway, I neither seek Biao Bing nor Heng Da. I just let the wind fall into my heart and travel thousands of miles at will with the sunset. And when will this wind miss me again?"
How could you not miss it? Wu Yihua thought. At that time, he always wore her scarf and handed her breakfast from the window while reading in the morning; he came to her specially to take a photo of her white hair when it first snowed; he smiled proudly and called her name over and over again from two floors away; he laughed at her breathlessness from a distance during running exercises; he suddenly came when he was alone, and they almost hugged each other under the dim street lights.
In fact, there is no need for too many poetic occasions. The golden and red afterglow of late twilight, the lonely deep blue of winter night, the faint morning light, the vast drifting clouds, or the low stars. The way Wu Bingheng saw only her alone made Wu Yixuan remember it for a long time.
"My wind," she wrote, "I am stubborn and unwilling to escape, hoping to protect your pride."
The wind will definitely blow to me again, whether it is warm or hot.
Concept: High school life is youthful and exciting