This is my third year in London.
During lunch break, it was still raining heavily outside the window. My friend used her laptop to watch me her favorite drama. I looked at the familiar face on the computer and was lost in thought for a moment.
Chen Jingheng, such a strange name.
But that familiar face often appears in my dreams.
(Summer of senior year of high school)
"Do you still like me?"
I stood opposite Chen Zhixing, and the wind was blowing in the hot weather.
I expected those two words to come out of his mouth, but he didn't say anything, just looked at me quietly.
I didn't know how long I stood there. I thought he wouldn't pay attention to me anymore, so I got up and left.
"Are you going to England?" His clear voice came, with a light tone that made people unable to understand his emotions.
I was stunned for a moment when I heard this. I thought he would keep me and tell me not to leave.
I didn't sit back or look back. I waited for a while, but I didn't get the answer I wanted.
"Bon voyage."
I looked back at him, confused and unwilling.
"You don't have anything else to say?"
He just sat there quietly, with his head lowered and unwilling to look at me. He clearly didn't do anything, but he was making me angry.
"Since I have nothing to say, there is no need to say it in the future."
I deleted all his contact information before getting on the plane.
This was the first time I lost my temper with him, and I knew it would be the last.
Intention: Without love, this life will be too long.