He often walks around the campus. In addition to the office, Xie Yuqing can also meet him in every corner of the school.
He also seems to like to come home late, and he can often be seen lying on a bench on Ginkgo Avenue listening to music.
Occasionally, Xie Yuqing would be curious about what it felt like, so she would take off her schoolbag when no one was around, dust off the fallen leaves, and lie down on it.
Sometimes she would also listen to songs, slow-paced ballads and melodious falling ginkgo trees, and when she reached out to grab them, she seemed to grasp the entire season.
Xie Yuqing also noticed that whenever she passed by, the boy lying on the bench would sit up, walk to the shared bicycle area next to the shade of the tree, unlock a bicycle, and then push it slowly forward.
Sometimes she was also curious, did the other party regard her as some kind of "alarm clock" to go home? But he always wore headphones, looked intently, looked careless, and had a lonely look on his body, which made people dare not
He ran up and joked——
"Hey, are you waiting for me?"
As if forming a strange and secret understanding, she walked on this side of the sidewalk, and he pushed his bicycle on the other side through the railing.
The road is noisy, with pedestrians and vehicles coming and going, the wind whistling by, and the light of street lights pressing on their shadows, occasionally intersecting.
It usually takes ten minutes to walk along Ginkgo Avenue, but it seems to be there in an instant.
So after she got on the bus, she would deliberately choose to sit in the row facing the road, and then quietly wave to the figure who rode away on his bicycle, thinking that she would see him again tomorrow, and she would feel inexplicably cheerful.
Occasionally, Xie Yuqing walked slowly on purpose. The boy on the other side of the railing suddenly kicked off his pedals and bent down to tie his shoelaces. When he straightened up, she had already followed.
Another coincidence.
By the time Xie Yuqing realized that she couldn't hold back the attention she paid to him, she was already looking forward to the end of school every day.
Even during the summer vacation of her sophomore year of high school, she still couldn't help but miss him.
I think about his rumors that I don’t know whether they are true or not, and I also think about the ginkgo avenue with colorful fallen flowers.
It wasn't until the start of his senior year of high school that he suddenly learned that he had transferred to another school, and the summer sky seemed to turn gray.
She originally thought that it was a tacit friendship that ended without any problems, but on the day of graduation, Yue Ke caught up with her out of breath and solemnly confessed to her. From his perspective, there were so many intersections between him and her that she was confused - the bottle of oolong tea
, the rag handed to him, the low-brow smile when they met by chance on campus... and the wave goodbye after she got on the bus, all seemed to indicate that they liked each other.
But Xie Yuqing knew that everything he said was a misunderstanding.
Those things were done by her, but they were not her intention.
If he hadn't mentioned it, she would never have remembered that they had so many interactions.
Her heart felt cold.
For Yu Qing, the tacit understanding she thinks of is just people and things she doesn't care about.
Secret love is indeed a one-man show.
Her joy and sorrow are all narrations of her imagination.
But fortunately, no one knew that she had such obscure and budding feelings.
That day, Xie Yuqing came home in a daze and began to sort out the textbooks from the past three years. A song suddenly sounded in her headphones - "The Man in the Peripheral Light"
The novel you have been secretly reading recently
It's also the one I've read
Our hobbies are somewhat equal
Enough for me to enjoy it for a while
…
The person hiding in the corner of my eye
Become the most special part of my heart
The wind blowing by the window and your eyes
make my summer complete
As she listened, her mind suddenly cleared up briefly, "What's the matter... In adolescence, it's normal to be stupid."
Then she held her phone, clicked the single loop, listened to the song over and over again, and tears fell again and again.