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My name is Song Qinghe. When I was ten years old, a brother who didn't like to talk moved next door.
His name was Lu Shiheng, he was wearing a white shirt, his eyebrows were as cold as frost, and he looked at me like he was looking at a sparrow that suddenly flew up to the wall.
I decided to be friends with him.
The one-sided kind.
In the next seven years, I did all the things that a girl with a crush on should do—
Put warm milk on his desk, bring an extra pen during the exam, and hold an extra umbrella when it rains.
He took it all in but never gave me a smile.
My best friend Lin Zhi scolded me: "Are you sick?"
I said, "Maybe, but I don't want to treat it."
When he was seventeen, something happened to his family and he moved away without even saying goodbye.
I thought the story ended here.
Three years later, I saw him again in a remote tavern.
He has lost a lot of weight, is wearing a black apron, lowers his head to wipe the wine glass, has cigarette scars on his hands, and is full of exhaustion under his eyes.
I sat down at the bar and said, "A glass of warm milk."
He looked up and saw me, his hand paused.
Then he said: "This is the tavern."
I said, "I know. But I want warm milk."
He said no more, turned around, heated up a glass of milk, and placed it in front of me.
I took a sip and smiled.
He hasn't changed. I haven't changed either.
He still doesn't like to talk, and I'm still stubborn.
Only this time, I seemed to finally understand what he didn't say——
"Song Qinghe, can you stop being so nice to me."
"I can't control it."
"You shouldn't like me."
"Whether it's worth it or not, I have the final say."
Later I learned that it takes some people seven years to learn to get close, three years to learn to lose, and a lifetime to learn—
It turns out that the south wind cannot blow to Xizhou, and I cannot wait for you.
Intention: "The south wind knows my will, but it cannot blow to Xizhou - for some people, just meeting them is already the end."
