16-Year-old Yuji hides an obscure confession
The reunion in the third year of life was exchanged for a belated farewell
After the rain, the sky clears, and the plums finally mature.
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"Thank you for letting me see the universe in the moss"
"Some people appear just to teach you how to be brave."
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Introduction
During the summer vacation after the high school entrance examination, Zhou Ning was hiding from the rain under the eaves of a convenience store when she met Xu Sui, who was holding a camera to take pictures of moss. The world in his lens was magical and could make her temporarily forget her own troubles. Two people who have been cocooned by life met briefly in the humid rainy season. Their feelings do not know how to describe, nor do they know how to express them. Xu Sui taught her to use a camera to capture light and shadow, and she taught him to use a paintbrush to repair the cracks in memory. I originally thought that fate would end here, but then, when the first year of high school started, the school reported that Zhou Ning heard the familiar name "Xu Sui" from a friend again and found out that he and she were in the same school, and the story of a girl and a boy officially began.
But by mistake, Zhou Ning transferred to another school in his senior year of high school, and they lost contact from then on. It wasn't until they graduated from college that they met again. She knocked over his box of photographic equipment on the street corner holding a drawing board - just like she did when she was 16 years old. He became a photographer chasing the aurora all over the world, and she became a down-and-out painter working in a gallery.
After a long separation, Xu Sui finally said to Zhou Ning the words "I like you" that had been hidden in his heart for 6 years.
But for Zhou Ning, she never said "I like you" to Xu Sui. Is liking really so hard to say? Whether it was for 16-year-old Zhou Ning or 26-year-old Zhou Ning, she did not say anything. She regretted it. She thought that if she had to do it again, it would be her first:
"Xu Sui, in the next life, I will confess to you first."
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"Later she collected all the brands of plum soda, but she never got the 'one more bottle."
[Preface] This is not a simple love story. What I want to write about is how two people who don't know how to "love" express their love in an obscure way and bandage each other's wounds in the thorns; it is the warmth of holding a broken umbrella in a heavy rain, which is more precious than a hug under a clear sky; perhaps the appearance of some people is like a lighthouse seen by a night sailing ship, knowing clearly that it cannot reach the shore, but it makes you dare to continue walking in the darkness.
Intention: To love boldly and to try boldly
