When did she begin to recognize her heart?

Maybe it was when she mistook her good impression of Ji Heming as a liking, maybe it was when Zhang Xiaoli instigated her to send a peace fruit to the boy on Christmas Eve, or maybe it was when she was rejected by a boy named Ji Heming in disguise. Su Wen suddenly woke up, how to pursue, how to refuse?

All the hazy good feelings are packaged and modified under the filter of adolescent hormones, over-amplified, inexplicably throbbing, and they think that they have beautiful feelings hidden between each other, so that girls are ignorant and go to the lost path that they mistakenly think they like, and everything seems inexplicable after waking up. The so-called confession with the fruit of peace seems inexplicable, and the so-called rejection also seems inexplicable.

Once, which door did she confess, and which door was rejected?

Inexplicable, really inexplicable.

That day, on Christmas Eve with snow, Su Wen faced the emotions he had mistaken for a long time for the first time under the impact of shame.

What kind of emotions does she have for Ji Heming?

There are some things that must be torn apart to see the truest side of them, and the same is true of all Su Wen's subtle feelings for Ji Heming.

Tracing back to the source, Su Wen and Ji Heming were at the same table for half a year in the third year of junior high school, and they were relatively speechless to each other, but they stared at each other silently on the way to chase the first and second places. The only intersection is the accidental crash between the two.

The taciturn girl was the perpetrator of the crash, and the newly transferred transfer student from another province was the victim of the incident. When the girls in the junior high school class were excited about the handsome faces of the boys who came from the transfer school, Su Wen, who was automatically cut off from the outside world with a layer of fog in his eyes, rushed down the slope with a car after the accident, and got up from the road with a huge pain in his knees, and saw the handsome faces of the boys clearly for the first time.

It was a fiery red sunset evening, and the eyes of the newly transferred boys were full of worry, which was different from the misunderstood and disdainful eyes of the girls in the class, with a certain clear flow of water, quietly flowing into the hearts of the girls, bringing some comfort, perhaps also called warmth.

Approaching the second semester of the high school entrance examination, the victim of the crash became the person on the left hand side of the girl, and the boy who transferred from another province jumped up, surpassing Su Wen to become the first place in their county middle school. At the same table for half a year, two people who had little intersection, but because they were admitted to the provincial key Bode Middle School together, they pulled up a certain thread of fate.

originally had little intercourse, but Ji Heming could see her pure and innocent soul in the overwhelming slander of girls. Even if everyone misunderstood her, slandered her, and attacked her, he still believed that she he knew was not the ugly one in the rumors. Why? He said, no why, I just believe in you.

Su Wen once thought that there was a fate between the two of them. The same from a small city, the same from a less wealthy family, the same mature, sensible, hard-working. The similarity of their experiences made them form a certain spiritual fit, at least Su Wen believed that this fit was enough to make the two meet each other for a long time.

"The crane sings in Jiugao, and the sound is heard in the wild", this is probably the origin of Ji Heming's name. Ji He's singing is like a crane that sings in Jiugao and hears in the wild, gentle and elegant, and if it doesn't sing, it has been a blockbuster. At last year's Autumn Games, who would have thought that the white and delicate Ji Heming would finally win the first place in the 5,000-meter run? Su Wen was impressed by his amazing perseverance, and it was from that moment that a seed called good feelings was quietly planted in his heart.

When I was young, I liked to be ignorant, thinking that the smile between my eyes when I looked down at each other was joy, that the little touch and warmth that lingered in my heart was joy, and that I thought that a little tacit understanding on the soul was joy. Immersed in imagination, she accidentally drowned, and magnified her little affection for him, as a flame of love, and the ignorant girl mistakenly thought that for the first time, she had someone she liked.

At the instigation of her nervous friend Zhang Xiaoli, Su Wen finally awkwardly gave away the first peace fruit in her life to the opposite sex. When the snowflakes swept the night wind and slapped on the two people who were stagnant, the girl's outstretched hands holding the peace fruit also began to stiffen, and the boy's alienation had already shown the end of defeat. The cold winter wind kept slapping on the girl's face, the shy flush faded, and the questions in her heart were like planes rushing into the sky, hovering in her mind for a long time.

What if he accepted it? What if you don't accept it? The sentence hovering in Su Wen's heart was, I, do I really like him?

Whether it was then or now, Su Wen's solemn answer to himself was no. The amplified goodwill is just a nihilistic dream woven by adolescent hormones, and the frames become beautiful and moving under the rendering of filters. After waking up, I finally knew the illusion.

That night, the biting winter wind whistled past him, and cold snowflakes fell on his shoulders. Under the double stimulation of cold and shame, the girl who was almost lost in the magnified nihilistic emotion woke up, and the picture that was over-rendered by the filter finally broke the illusion and became cold and real.

How many times have they been in contact with? How long have you been together? How many words have been spoken? The answer is all no, so why did she magnify a little favor into a liking?

As everyone knows, once anything is amplified and processed in the mind, it can come from nothing and change from black to white. The biggest misunderstanding in this world is the imagination of the brain, which can be as real as the wind blowing in the ears or as illusory as a mirage. Only at the moment when the dream is shattered, can I realize that all imagination is nothing, without the soil of reality as a foundation, but just the air in the cracks of the fingers, which can neither be seen nor grasped.

So, she finally understood that the good impression she thought was wrong for a while was not called liking.

When we met again, we were even more distant from each other. Ji Heming's soft "I'm sorry" may have been a blow to the girl's self-esteem on Christmas Eve. After many days, this belated "I'm sorry" is actually just a superfluous move and meaningless.

He, no need to say sorry. Because, between them, there is never who owes whom, and there is no one who likes whom.

This is something that must be recognized, even if a long time has passed, and the personnel are no longer the same.

Su Wen must give himself a serious explanation, that scarlet memory about Ji Heming is just a self-righteous illusion that the hormones of adolescence have nowhere to bloom, and the memories and imaginations are processed and rendered through filters. The good feelings that have been magnified and the feelings that have been misinterpreted by ignorance turned out to be nothing more than an illusory fog. The fog cleared, and people came to their senses.

Some of the joys of youth are imaginary, and some are real.

Following the silk thread of memory, clearing the clouds, what appeared in the girl's mind was the picturesque smiling face of the teenager.

has been accompanied by countless days and nights, getting along day and night, getting used to his voice and smile, accustomed to his quiet existence in her life like air, so accustomed to it, that one day the illusion under the filter is regarded as real, but ignores the real existence.

When did she touch her true heart?

Perhaps it was from the familiar embrace of the haunted house, and she didn't know why the boy's smiling and gentle face subconsciously appeared in her mind.

Maybe it's from Truth or Dare, when the boy was asked "which opposite sex you like the most", the boy swept all the girls present one by one with a shy smile, and finally fixed his gaze on her who was ordinary, and pronounced the name with his unusually unique pronunciation, Su Wen. A heart was pounding inexplicably, and his face began to get hot. The New Year's Eve bell rang on time, just to hide the panicked heartbeat of the girls.

She once smiled and pounded for another teenager, and once mistook her good feelings for liking, and after a comparison, she realized how insignificant the heartbeat that she mistook for liking.

All the good feelings and heartbeats that Ji Heming has had, it turned out that they were no match for Song Yu's smiling eyes and a beautiful sentence that made her heart tremble - "Su Wen".

What is the inexplicable expectation in my heart? Su Wen didn't know at that time, and only deliberately explained afterwards that the boy - "I can only use you to block it... I hope you don't mind...". The shyness of blushing faded in an instant, and the feeling of loss came to her heart, and she realized that she was so looking forward to it.

Once touched, something hidden in the depths of the soul gushes like a spring, bubbling out of the water. Countless memories suddenly feel like yesterday, but the fragments piece together a clear face.

At the end of the first semester of the first year of high school, all first-year students were facing the stall of arts and sciences, and Su Wen stood at the crossroads of liberal arts, as if he saw the figure of them drifting away after the division of arts and sciences, so he had to hide his sadness in his heart. In her heart, even she can't tell where the pain is.

On the day of the new semester report, in front of the bustling liberal arts and sciences class list, Su Wen was not concerned about his own class placement situation, he had something in mind, but fortunately, the body was more honest than the mind, and his legs unconsciously stopped in front of the science class list. All the entanglements and faintly painful feelings, when I saw the real name on the red list, turned into rolling joy, so surprising that it was like a dream.

She once asked him that after the arts and sciences were separated, they would no longer be in different classes, and they could no longer get along day and night, and they would not see each other when they looked up and looked down. Can they still maintain their original friendship?

Yes, friendship. Don't dare to expect too much, it's enough to stand together as friends.

His smiling eyes were extremely gentle, and he asked her meaningfully, after the night came, would the day come again?

Night falls, and day passes through the dawn to them.

That's his answer.

However, fate gave her love again, and the two who thought they would be like two parallel lines that would never intersect were drifting apart, but after tossing and turning, they met again.

That's fate. Well, it must be.

When did you touch your true heart? She can't remember exactly when and where. Maybe it was when I accidentally fell into those black and white eyes, maybe it was when I was intoxicated by the warm smile at the corner of the other party's lips, maybe it was when I blushed and my heart beat and woke up from a dream that clear face appeared in my mind, or maybe it was when I suddenly discovered my countless inexplicable thoughts in an inadvertent moment......

Her sincerity, even she can't believe it when she says it.

All the results of examining one's own heart are only in one direction, and with the arrival of a faint voice in the bottom of the heart, it is so clear that there is no ambiguity at all-

Now, the boy I like, it's always been you.