Mountains and Stars

The county is surrounded by mountains. He is on this side of the mountain and she is on the other side of the mountain. In three years of high school, the words they had said together might not fill a page. But he remembered the red pen she lent, the umbrella left by the wall on a rainy day, and the line "Don't try too hard" in the corner of the notebook. She also remembered the sun and stars he drew, the oranges peeled in the canteen, and the two words "come on" that were always written on the note. Some feelings are never spoken, but are heavier than vows. She knows better than anyone else - if you are a lover, you will eventually get separated; if you are a friend, you will last a lifetime. So they spent their entire youth practicing restraint, hiding their love in every moment they hesitated to speak. Later, he went to Nanjing and she went to Wuhan. Later, they all had their own lives. But every Spring Festival, we always meet unexpectedly by the river, on the bridge or at the school gate in the county town. Say a few words of "Okay" and "Goodbye", then one goes to the left and the other goes to the right. This is a story about "unspoken". No holding hands, no hugs, no "I like yous." There are only mountains, rivers, voice-activated lights in the corridor, and the person who always stays at the apex of my heart.