The rolling shutter door of "Ye Ji Hardware Store" clanged, and the early morning sunlight passed through it. Ye Zhenzhen stood on tiptoe and wiped the shelves. Amidst the clanging sound, the light and shadow at the door suddenly dimmed.
She turned back subconsciously—
A young man stood at the threshold against the light, his posture as tall and straight as a poplar tree. The simple white cotton shirt was washed clean and crisp, and his eyes were looking at the shelves in front of him.
"What to buy"
"m6, inner hexagon, stainless steel, three pieces"
The young man in front of him had a neatness and coldness that was engraved in his bones, which was incompatible with the haphazard stacking of parts and the permeating motor oil in the hardware store. When we met for the first time, he accurately reported the screw model number, put down the exact change, turned around and left.
"What a weirdo." Ye Zhenzhen thought while putting the change in her pocket, "We must stay away from him."
It's a pity that fate always seems to be sick -
Within two days of school, this "weirdo" Yan Qiaomu became her classmate. A classmate of three years, he just found out from his strict rules that he could break his guard and quietly fell in love.
Under the old camphor tree, the setting sun melts gold and the cicadas chirp noisily.
The young man stood under the light and shadow, and a low but very traditional voice came.
"Xingang, I'm not going"
Ye Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment, the chirping of cicadas, the sound of wind, the heartbeat... The world suddenly became silent, no sound could be heard, and the paper letters from foreign offers slipped from the fingertips and floated on the leaves.
"Why..."
Only a cold sentence penetrated the vacuum and reached her ears clearly:
"You can find someone else."
The wind sobbed, crushing her eighteen-year-old summer and her unspoken joy.
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Everything is new, the city is no longer the old city; the people are no longer young, but the old feelings have not changed; the deep thorns are still there.
The peach is young, its leaves are pure.
There are trees in the south, don't stop thinking about them.
The copy was saved on June 22, 2025
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