Rong Huai raised his eyelids, stared at the picture for a few seconds, then lowered his head again.
The bottom of the eyes that no one can see, the light gradually dimmed...
In fact, the distance between them has always been very far.
It was his delusion that as long as he worked hard, he could get closer.
Just a little bit is fine.
It's a pity... everything is in vain after all.
He hated that he was only 17 years old, and that he met Xiangyi too late.
"Rong Huai, I heard that you are going to special training soon? Come on, restrain your temper..."
"Also, there should be a lot of books coming to you in the near future. I think you still put your studies first, and you can start with a few dramas, but the dramas with a good team will hone your skills..."
"..."
The girl's voice was soft and waxy, like a gentle and considerate sister, explaining everything to Rong Huai in detail.
Rong Huai didn't speak for a long time, only uttered a single word in a low and muffled voice:
"… good."
As long as he is what she wants him to be, he will grow.
Xiangyi seemed to have sensed his subtle thoughts, and whispered a few words to Shi Sui.
The man seemed dissatisfied, squinting his eyes slightly, with deep and dangerous eyes, looking at Rong Huai on the other side of the screen.
Shi Sui avoided knowing what Xiangyi had said to him.
Before leaving, she lightly kissed Xiangyi's smooth and milky forehead.
As if taking an oath of sovereignty.
Xiangyi said helplessly, "Childish..."
These two words instantly disrupted Rong Huai's world.
No matter what, Xiangyi would never say that to him in that tone.
Even a man as outstanding, mature, calm, and successful as Shi Sui, she would sometimes feel childish, let alone him...
Rong Huai was very depressed, tired, unable to cheer up.
Until, Xiangyi's gentle voice fell into his ears.
"Rong Huai, I have someone I like."
She didn't ask, do you like me, nor did she say, I don't like you.
Gentle and gentle, polite and polite.
But reject people thousands of miles away.
Rong Huai said hoarsely: "... I know."
Xiangyi: "I want to share my view of love with you. It may not be correct or suitable for you. Just listen to it as a reference."
"Before you like someone, you have to like yourself first. No one is more important than yourself."
"For the one you like, you can give, you can sacrifice, you can give everything, but there is only one thing—"
"You don't live for TA, but for yourself."
…
The video hangs up, it's been a long time.
Rong Huai played back the call over and over - he quietly turned on the screen recording function of the phone.
Like a traveler trekking in the desert, even if he sees a drop of water, he will greedily absorb it.
Every sentence is the most gentle, but also the cruelest.
I don't know how many times it was played on loop.
Rong Huai pressed the pause button.
"Fuck... stop being passionate, I don't like you."
After a while, his eyelashes trembled non-stop, his voice was hoarse, stained with tears:
"... I don't like you that much."
The boy stroked his hair irritably, and punched the sandbag with his fist.
The heavy sandbags were knocked away and bounced back.
He punched and hammered the sandbag, not only venting, but also suppressing.
After exhaustion.
The boy half-kneeled on the ground, his breathing disordered.
"Patter—"
There were water stains dripping on the floor.
"I like you."
"But... but I like it so much." He seemed to convince himself, "I can do it... right..."
Empty room, no one answered, like a teenager's thoughts, finally buried.