[Blurb]
My name is Song Qinghe. When I was ten, a quiet older boy moved in next door.
His name was Lu Shiheng. White shirt, eyes cold as frost, and a look that made me feel like a sparrow that had suddenly flown up onto a wall.
I decided to be his friend.
One-sidedly, that is.
For the next seven years, I did everything a girl with a crush would do
I left warm milk on his desk, “happened” to bring an extra pen for exams, and “happened” to hold an umbrella with room for two when it rained.
He accepted it all, but never once gave me a smile.
My best friend, Lin Zhi, scolded me. “Are you crazy?”
I said, “Maybe. But I don’t want to be cured.”
When I was seventeen, something happened to his family. They moved away without even saying goodbye.
I thought that was where the story ended.
Three years later, I saw him again in a small, out-of-the-way bar.
He had lost a lot of weight. Wearing a black apron, he stood with his head bowed, polishing glasses. He had cigarette burns on his hands, and exhaustion under his eyes.
I sat down at the bar and said, “A cup of warm milk.”
He looked up and saw me. His hand paused.
Then he said, “This is a bar.”
I said, “I know. But I want warm milk.”
He said nothing else. He turned around, heated some milk, and set it in front of me.
I took a sip and smiled.
He hadn’t changed. Neither had I.
He still didn’t like to talk, and I was still stubborn.
Only this time, I finally seemed to understand all the things he had never said aloud
“Song Qinghe, could you stop being so good to me?”
“I can’t help it.”
“You shouldn’t like me.”
“I’m the one who decides whether you’re worth it.”
Only later did I learn that some people spend seven years learning how to get close, three years learning how to lose someone, and a lifetime learning
The south wind knows my heart, but cannot reach Xizhou. I’ll never get to wait for you.
Theme: “The south wind knows my heart, but cannot reach Xizhou. For some people, simply meeting them is already the ending.”
