During evening self-study when she was fourteen years old, Xie Yao's eraser fell off, and Xiao Che helped her pick it up. As soon as her fingertips touched, she heard her heart beat wildly.
In late autumn when she was fifteen years old, she hunched her shoulders and whispered, "Xiao Che, I'm a little cold." He didn't say anything, but just put the warm coat on her body. At that moment, the whole world exited, leaving only the two of them.
Later they attended the same high school.
He stuffed a bottle of warm milk into her desk every day, and there were always only three simple words on the sticky note: Good morning.
When she was stuck on a question, he would push over the scratch paper filled with steps to solve the problem, touch her forehead with his fingertips, but then withdraw it with restraint.
For three years, they were the closest friends, but no one ever mentioned the word "together." She was afraid of his rejection, and he was afraid of scaring her. This tacit ambiguity became the most secret candy in their high school years.
Until the day when the college entrance examination ended, Xie Yao stopped him on the playground and asked him the words he had been holding back for three years: "Xiao Che, what do we... Do now?"
He took a step forward, reached out and held her hand, with a thin layer of sweat on his palms, and his eyes were as bright as stars: "I owe you my boyfriend for three years."
From junior high school to university, from school uniforms to wedding dresses. There were no grand vows or noisy children.
What is recorded in "Yao Che Ji" is that she said "I'm a little cold", and he gave her the remaining warmth of the entire autumn; it was just that in this long life, he was always there when it was cold.
