When she was thirteen years old, Liu Heyu walked into the office and stood in front of her, her fingers nervously tugging at the seam of her pants. She raised her head when she heard the sound, her eyes were very beautiful, and she showed a faint smile: "Why are you standing there in a daze? Come here."
The female teacher opposite looked up: "She is Liu Heyu."
"Yes." She responded.
After that, she said: "Don't think about it for a day. If you don't know, you will think you are gay." The indifferent words cut across the phone screen and penetrated directly into Liu Heyu's heart.
Later, Liu Heyu and a few friends went back to her alma mater to visit her. In the photo taken before leaving, she was holding Liu Heyu's shoulder with a faint smile on her lips.
Later, Liu Heyu never returned to his alma mater. The osmanthus trees on the campus would still bloom, but he would never see her in this school again.
About love, think of her. She stood so brightly and clearly in the world where she had just left her childhood, and all the initial throbs came from her.
Regarding hate, I also think of her. In fact, I no longer hate it. The wind blows year after year.
Intention: Losing is the norm, gaining is the gift of losing.