Before leaving, Wei Jun said that his girlfriend wanted a postcard, so several people accompanied him to the post office.

There are only mother and son at home.

Lu Mei knocked on Han Xu's door and asked softly, "Ah Xu, can Mommy come in?"

The sound of slippers stepping on the floor could be heard from inside.

After a few seconds, the door opened.

The curtains in the room were drawn tightly, and the darkness was filled with the salty smell of damp tears.

Han Xu had crawled into the quilt again at some point, burying his head in it like a silkworm cocoon.

Lu Mei felt both distressed and amused.

Knowing that Han Xu didn't want to be seen in such a miserable state by her mother and friends, she didn't ask anyone to stick their heads out.

She sat on the edge of the bed, touched Han Xu's back through the quilt, and said softly, "Mom made porridge for you. Go and have some if you're hungry."

"Yeah." The quilt moved, and it was Han Xu nodding.

Lu Mei thought about it, but still didn't comfort him. She just said, "Mom left with your friend. You have to take good care of yourself here. If your card limit is reached, tell Mom, okay?"

"Um..." Han Xu said in a muffled voice, "Thank you, Mom."

Lu Mei smiled and said, "No need to thank Mom."

After she finished speaking, she sat for a while and then left.

The door slammed shut and the sound of high heels faded away.

Han Xu turned over, walked to the kitchen in slippers, filled a bowl of porridge, and drank it slowly.

After breakfast, he crawled back into bed.

I couldn't help but take out my cell phone and look at the chat history between me and Lin Zhiyi.

My eyes fell on the message "We can't be friends anymore" sent by the other party, and my vision suddenly became blurred.

But he knew that it was not Lin Zhiyi's fault.

He should have expected that Lin Zhiyi didn't like him.

Maybe he shouldn't have confessed in that situation, maybe they could still be friends now.

But he never wanted to be friends with Lin Zhiyi.

Han Xu looked out the window and saw that the dead tree had sprouted new buds and was swaying in the wind.

It’s a shame that his secret love ended in early spring.

*

From that day on, Lin Zhiyi never spoke to Han Xu again.

Occasionally I would see a figure that looked like him from afar, but it would only flash by.

He discovered it belatedly.

It turns out that the so-called coincidences in this world are nothing more than the result of someone's deliberate creation.

Lin Zhiyi returned to being alone again.

To be honest, it's no different from before I met Han Xu.

But since then, Lin Zhiyi never ate an apple again, and every time he opened the door of the piano room, he would feel slightly dazed.

In early March, Han Xu's name began to appear frequently among the girls in the same department.

In the classroom early in the morning, two girls ate breakfast, sleepily chatting about gossip to stay awake:

"By the way...Han Xu really talked about it?"

"Of course they did. I saw it with my own eyes!" The girl who raised this point was very sure. "Tell you what, I saw it a few days ago. Han Xu was holding hands with a girl as they went to the mall, and he even helped her put on her shoes. Isn't that considerate?"

"I can't even imagine how great it would be to date Han Xu... Which school is that girl from? Have you met her?"

"I've never seen her before. She's very beautiful, even prettier than that guy's girlfriend!"

The following conversation is about the two boys’ girlfriends.

Lin Zhiyi lowered his eyes, and after a long time, he noticed that the pen had made a long scratch on the staff, and the ink splashed, which was particularly hideous.

He suddenly felt very upset.

He folded the staff and threw it into the trash can, but then he remembered that once, Han Xu folded his discarded manuscript into a paper airplane.

The boy stretched out his arms, and the paper airplane flew from one end to the other, gliding in a beautiful arc in the air.

He tilted his head to look over, a smug smile on his lips: "Brother, am I awesome?"

At that time, Lin Zhiyi deliberately did not answer.

Han Xu pestered him for praise, but before he could open his mouth, he was interrupted by something else.

That compliment was never spoken.

Lin Zhiyi closed his eyes and became even more irritated and uneasy.

We've only been together for two months, and we're just friends...

Why do I remember it so clearly?

Why do I regret it now?

Even these days, he was speechless many times thinking: Should I agree to Han Xu's request that night?

But Lin Zhiyi himself didn't know whether he wanted to agree to "like you" or "be friends".

Maybe, it’s not that I don’t know.

It's the fear of knowing.

…

For the entire afternoon, for the first time ever, Lin Zhiyi didn't write a single piece of music.

The table was littered with discarded manuscripts. Lin Zhiyi picked up each piece of paper, put it in his schoolbag, and slowly walked out of the school.

When he was walking home from the road near the school, passing by the street lights, he couldn't help but think of that night when he looked down from the window and saw Han Xu biting an apple.

The young man frowned.

Why think of him again?

He took out headphones from his pocket and tried to play some music to block out his irritable emotions.

I had just put on the first pair of headphones when I met two people walking towards me at the corner.

His eyes suddenly met those amber pupils, and Lin Zhiyi was stunned. For a moment, he forgot to look away and his body became stiff.

Han Xu obviously didn't expect to meet Lin Zhiyi here.

But his reaction was faster than Lin Zhiyi's. In just a few seconds, he looked away, turned his face away, and strode away.

The girl who followed him ran after him dissatisfiedly: "Brother - why are you walking so fast? Wait for me!"

elder brother.

Hearing the familiar name, Lin Zhiyi lowered his eyes, and his knuckles turned white from pinching the headphones.

He closed his eyes, and the irritation surged in his heart again. He simply put on the other earphone tightly and left quickly.

He walked so fast that he didn't notice that the person he thought had left was standing at the intersection behind him and looking back.

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