Ginkgo Road Is Not Clear

The girl Li Sichen liked since the first year of high school was still avoiding him when he arrived at University B. He deleted all the ambiguous objects and waited for her under the ginkgo tree every day, learning advanced mathematics, C language, and dynamic programming from her, just to be able to say one more word to her. She said, "You don't have to do this." He said, "I want to know what the world you're studying is like." Lu Zeyan from the Department of Physics gave her two hundred yuan on the roadside in June, remembering her way of not explaining even when she was wronged. He entered the literary club where she belonged, changed the class schedule, and waited for her to approach wherever she might appear. But she said: "I have made my choice." Liang Wancheng thought that he was hard-hearted, did not fall in love, did not engage in ambiguity, and only had professional code and algorithms in his mind. But when she saw Li Sichen standing under the street lamp, the tip of his nose was blown red by the cold wind, holding her favorite pancake fruit in his hand, her heartbeat betrayed her. It turns out that liking someone starts with feeling distressed. But she didn't dare say it because she wasn't ready yet. One has been waiting behind me for three years, and the other is trying to get closer in the distance. She obviously didn't agree to anyone, but she already owed "I'm sorry" to two people.