In the Old Days, When the Evening Breeze Confessed

Fifteen years later, I turned to the junior high school graduation photos. The faces of most of my classmates were blurred by time, except for Li Xiaohui, who was as clear as if they had met him for the first time yesterday. In the early autumn of 2009, the arrogant and rebellious man parachuted into the most critical third grade of junior high school. He was initially confrontational and awkward, but he quietly became my strongest support throughout my youth. He helped me make up for my weak science subjects, helped me out, tolerated my sensitivity and stubbornness, and took care of all my depression and self-esteem. Faced with the pressure of entering a higher education, I paranoidly cut off all ties and personally pushed away the only person who preferred me for the sake of my studies. We reunited after many years, and after a late-night phone call on Chinese Valentine's Day, I suddenly knew - his love hidden in the playfulness, concessions and companionship.