Seventeen-year-old Wen Ning has a secret.
She would hold her breath when Zhou Yuhuai passed by, secretly put the scraps of paper he threw away into her diary, and would be the first to hear the timbre of his laughter when the whole class laughed. These trivial thoughts are like bubbles in a carbonated drink, crackling in the chest, but not daring to be heard.
At that time, she always thought that as long as she worked harder - her grades were better, her skirt was whiter, and her presence was stronger - she would be able to get a look back from him.
Until the day of the graduation ceremony, she saw the gentle shadow cast by his eyelashes in the sun when he bent down to pick up the hair rope for the school belle. It turned out that he was not naturally cold, but just stingy with her. Later, she cut her hair short, immersed herself in reading, and lived her life as a dazzling light in a strange city.
Many years later at a class reunion, someone mentioned that time: "I heard that Wen Ning had a crush on Yu Huai before?"
Before Zhou Yuhuai could speak in the center of the crowd, the box door was suddenly pushed open.
The woman wearing high heels smiled slightly: "Are old stories worth mentioning?"
——It turns out that the audience only remembered to applaud after the one-man show ended
"How silly." Twenty-seven-year-old Wen Ning chuckled while shaking his red wine glass, unconsciously caressing the latest Cartier bracelet with his fingertips. In the reflection of a tailor-made suit in the mirror, the girl who was clutching the skirt of her school uniform that turned white after washing could no longer be seen.
Intention: youth