He Yu never knew about Jiang Xiaozhen's past, but he knew that she had come over.
She's going to go through that tough time, like she's been through and will be through in her life, and she's going through it alone, in her own strength.
only.
If he knew then, if he had been there...
Jiang Xiaozhen jumped over the fence and fell down.
The heavy rain on the campus, the strong wind blowing the corners of the skirt, her complicated troubles were untied, and after she opened her arms, she was as relieved as if she was in someone's arms.
The only one that comes to mind.
She opened her eyes suddenly, and saw the sad eyebrows and eyes of her beloved who fell together with her.
Time stands still here.
He Yu's lower back was pulled back to the rooftop by a pair of arms tightening inward.
The expected pain did not come, it should be said that it didn't hurt at all.
Jiang Xiaozhen, who was under him, lay on her back on the concrete floor, grinning with pain on her face.
"Are you OK?"
He quickly let go of her to check if she was okay.
Jiang Xiaozhen's dark eyes fixed on He Yu's face.
Pushing away his hand, she opened her mouth in a tight tone.
"Why are you here?"
-Why is he here
Lowering his head, He Yu's expression froze for a moment.
White clothes, black trousers, white sneakers, free limbs, backpack straps on shoulders.
After being stunned, he "puchi" laughed out loud, his heart clear.
Reaching out to her on the ground, He Yu said.
"I regret it, Jiang Xiaozhen."
"Actually, I'm so happy that you came to see me on the day of your senior year's graduation ceremony. What I want to say to you has never changed."
"I will wait for you."
Her face scrunched up. The mood was like a piece of paper that had been crumpled, the wet, full and sour suddenly had nowhere to hide, and all of them came out through her eyes.
"Why are you crying, idiot."
He wiped away her tears.
Cool breeze, lightless night.
He Yu's gentleness is like a thick coat.
Not knowing how long he could stay in this world, he tried his best to coax her and give her an extra moment of painkillers.
"Would you like to be with me?"
She nodded silly.
Then, he shook his head vigorously.
"It will drag you down, your sympathy at this moment."
"Stop expecting me, I'm not going to get better, I'm going to get worse."
Jiang Xiaozhen's expression was lifeless, and the corners of her eyes and brows were full of depression. From the moment she stepped onto the roof, she had given up on herself.
He Yu thought of another face.
Lying on the hospital bed, he saw that face in the mirror.
Dying, old, his face.
So he understood, he understood everything Jiang Xiaozhen said and what he wanted to express.
But.
"The feeling of being willing to be dragged down," he sighed deeply, "it's not sympathy."
He Yu knew it clearly.
He denied Jiang Mingzhen time and time again, and his despondency brought her sadness. Seeing the heavy burden on her shoulders, he wanted to relieve her.
Where did the relief come from
The belt is getting wider and I don't regret it, and I am haggard because of Yixiao. Her company, her care, everything about her over the years... Her feelings for him have never been sympathy.
"Look at me, Jiang Xiaozhen."
He cups her face.
Jiang Xiaozhen was sobbing, and He Yu wiped away her tears tirelessly.
"We are together, I am with you, we wait together, until you become beautiful, confident, and you like yourself."
She finally looked at him: "Can't wait?"
"That's okay too."
"Why?"
"I love you."
The wind and rain stopped for this sentence.
There is only the lingering sound of those three characters in the world.
Jiang Xiaozhen bit her lip, the tears in her eyes were on the verge of dripping, with a confused look on her face.
He took off the backpack, and He Yu's hand went inside.
Sure enough.
When he was young, he never left his sketchbook.
It was handed over to Jiang Xiaozhen by him.
There are also fragments of He Yu's story that Jiang Mingzhen did not know, which are stored in it.
Jiang Xiaozhen opened it.
Her frowning brows were gently smoothed by pages of paper.
You don't necessarily love all of yourself, but there is such a person, there is such a person in the world, he will love you.
Not big eyes, not pointy chin, fleshy cheeks, not always looking bright enough.
The little idiot with the brightest smile in the crowd has a beautiful princess dress and a shiny bow. Her fluffy hair shone dimly in the warm light, like an unwashed peach, simple and natural.
Under the street lights at night, she was alone, holding a plastic bag menacingly in her hand, with a fierce expression on her face. There seemed to be a wind blowing past her ears, her long hair was raised back, and her eyes were so determined wherever she was going.
The girl who was sleeping sprawled on the table behind the car had crooked eyelid stickers, lip gloss rubbed off, and unpainted eyeliner. With her curled fists resting on her chest, her slightly curly hair sticking to her blushing cheeks, the little pig turned into a monster, she slept so sweetly.
There is a person in the world who loves all of you.
He can see your beauty. It is hidden in the tears that you are trying not to shed, in the courage to stumble and stand up, in the shouts of cheering for yourself, in the out-of-time princess dress, in the duplicity of someone In this stubbornness, it was hidden in the folds of a smile in the corner of the old eyes.
Even though you are full of loopholes, he thinks you are beautiful.
Regardless of the evanescence of emotions and the passage of time, in his eyes, you will be as beautiful as ever from beginning to end.
"Will you regret..."
Jiang Xiaozhen closed the album. She had stopped crying a long time ago, she glanced at He Yu from the corner of her eye coyly, and said in a timid voice, "After you tell me I love you, you will be haunted by ghosts for the rest of your life, will you regret it?"
"No regrets."
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Xiaozhen couldn't wait.
He got up and swooped, crashing into his arms.
Jiang Xiaozhen, who had no luck with luck, accumulated her luck to win the first prize in life.
"He Yu He Yu, I love you too."
He Yu, you know that Jiang Mingzhen has loved you the same way throughout her life.
It doesn't matter if you tell her.
Because of love, it doesn't matter.
If you are not perfect, you will be tolerated; if you do something stupid, you will be forgiven.
Sick, not abandoned.
Is willing, love you, love you.
"He Yu."
He heard a voice from afar, and he stroked Jiang Xiaozhen's faded silver hair with his fingers, and he saw a white snow falling after the year.
In a world of ice and snow, the old woman called out to him in front of her house, with the sweater she had just knit for him in her arms.
Close to the ear, familiar, warm, long-lost.
"Come back, He Yu."
He saw her mouth shape and said.
"I’m waiting for you."