The first time I met Xu Shen was in the evening of a sunset.
The crowd surrounded him, talked about him, laughed shrilly, and said scandalous things.
Li Su didn't dare to get close. She waited until everyone had dispersed before she dared to sneak into the piano classroom and stuffed a bottle of orange juice into his bag.
The note on the bottle said comfort and fell to the ground. She ran too fast and didn't know it in time.
Later, they became classmates. She saw him again, shook off the shadow behind him, and became a high-spirited young man under the red flag, the first person on the honor roll.
Li Su still lives beside the award-giving platform, a nearly transparent existence,
like a parallel line with him, which cannot intersect.
Until those people chased him, surrounded him again, humiliated him, and dug up his illegitimate life experience, chewing on it word by word.
Li Su stood up, picked up the basketball on the ground, and threw it towards the crowd with all his strength, even though his fingertips were trembling.
The brave figure entered his heart from that moment on. When they met
again
,
the young man on the top of the cloud became the unattainable focus of the wine table, and
the gray-faced Li Su still sat at the end of eternity.
She didn't dare to look at
the tall, reserved and sharp man, like a green mountain that could not be desecrated
. Xu Shen's cold and clean eyes were like the north wind, like strong liquor, like the place where dreams return.
She called him "Mr. Xu"
and hid the past deep in her heart. Without looking at the light, his shadow gently moved on her body.
He held the cup with her,
his arms tightly bent, the pine scent lingering around the tip of his nose, and his eyes tightly entangled with her, with endless tenderness.
Later, he held her hands tightly, pulled her into the car, pinched her waist and pressed her on his legs, moaning and demanding, rolling in the night.
Later, when they met at the top, she saw Xu Shen applauding her, and realized:
it turns out that the moment of heartbeat is something that cannot be forgotten even after 1825 days and nights.
And a secret love in youth, like a slowly peeled sour orange, the bitter taste of medicine on the tip of the tongue, the indescribable taste, has cured many of his "illnesses".
Short Title | : | SOLLR |
Alternate Title | : | 酸橘[久別重逢] |
Status | : | Completed |
Author | : | Chun Tian Hua Hua |
Genre | : | |
Weekly Rank | : | #60 |
Monthly Rank | : | #1 |
All Time Rank | : | #1 |