The first time Lin Wei spoke to Jiang Xu, he kicked the limited edition sneakers stained with milk tea to his feet: "Wipe them clean."
The young man lowered his eyes, covering most of his face with the broken hair on his forehead. He clenched and unclenched his fingers, and finally squatted down and used the cuffs of his school uniform to rub off the sticky marks bit by bit. The sunlight fell on his slightly hunched back, like coating the silent shadow with a layer of gray.
No one knew that Miss Lin, who had always been the only one to tease others, and never anyone to tease her, would be locked on the rooftop, hearing the soft sound of the key turning - it was Jiang Xu, who was always being bossed around by her, holding a bunch of rusty spare keys in his hand, and the tips of his ears were as red as if they were dripping blood: "I, I found a security guard..."
She raised her eyebrows and leaned against the railing. Seeing that he was so nervous that he almost walked out with both hands and feet, she suddenly smiled: "Hey, come here."
Later, in Jiang Xu's notebook, there was a photo of someone who had been rubbed with rough edges. In the photo, Lin Wei is standing in the center of the podium, with his skirt rising in an arrogant arc, while he is huddled at the back of the crowd, not even showing half of his face, but in a place where the camera cannot capture, his gaze is like an eternal star.
It wasn't until a certain quarrel, when Lin Wei broke the first gift she gave him and yelled "You are not good enough for me" that she saw the light in his eyes dimming little by little, like cigarette butts that had been trampled out.
"Yes," he finally looked up, his voice as soft as a sigh, "but I still want to follow you."
When the sun rises, it never cares about the dust beneath its feet, but the obsession hidden in the dust insists on rushing towards the most arrogant light.
Intention: Let life follow love