He is like a lemon, the first taste is sour
The aftertaste is sweet - and I enjoy it as if it were sweetmeat.
——
The first time Jiang Ning met Chen Meng was at the opening ceremony of the first year of high school.
As a student representative, he took the stage to speak. His school uniform was neat, his voice was clear, and his eyebrows were picturesque. The sunlight fell on him through the gaps in the leaves, like a layer of gold. And she stood in the audience, her heart skipping a beat.
In this way, Jiang Ning remembered Chen Meng's name.
Not because he is a student representative, nor because he has excellent grades, but because——
When he stood on the stage to speak, a gust of wind suddenly blew in from the window and lifted the broken hair on his forehead.
At that moment, Jiang Ning felt inexplicably like a lemon.
Refreshing, bright, and slightly sour.
——
Later, when they were divided into classes in the second grade of high school and they became roommates, she realized that Chen Meng was far more attractive than she imagined.
He would gently tap her desk when she was dozing, would circle the questions she had written wrong and explain them patiently, would silently help her wipe the blackboard when she was on duty, would quietly push his textbook over when she forgot to bring it; would secretly put a box of medicine in her drawer when she had a cold; would hand her an unscrewed bottle of water after the physical education class...
Everyone said that Chen Meng was gentle to everyone, but Jiang Ning always felt that the way he looked at her seemed different, but she didn't know what was different.
The relationship between them is like an unripe lemon - sour, tentative, and cautious.
Jiang Ning wrote countless notes that were not sent out, and the corners of Chen Meng's draft book were filled with drawings of her profile.
Everyone could see that they liked each other, but they thought that the throbbing was a one-sided secret.
Until one day, she found a note in his notebook:
"Jiang Ning, when will you find out that I like you?"
It turns out that after the sourness of lemon, there is a sweetness that cannot be hidden.
Foreword
Likes are like lemons, sour at first taste but sweet aftertaste.
Concept: After sourness, sweetness begins
