the evening breeze meets the warm sun

The days after the start of school were plain and busy. Song Huaiyue gradually adapted to the rhythm of Grade 2 and got familiar with her new classmates, but the love hidden in her heart still dared not be easily expressed. The blog became her only emotional outlet.Every night, after finishing her homework, she would sit in front of the computer and update her blog. Sometimes she wrote about trivial daily life in the campus: [Today in math class, the teacher talked about a super difficult function problem. I listened to it three times before I understood it. After class, my deskmate gave me a candy, sweet and sweet, and I instantly got motivation～]; sometimes she wrote about the food in Guangzhou: [After school, I went to eat wonton noodles beside the arcade with my newly met classmates. The skin is thin and the filling is big, the soup is delicious, and with a bowl of double skin milk, the happiness is full! Attached is a photo, has any friend eaten it?]; sometimes, she still couldn't help complaining about the pressure of studies and pouring out her love for design: [Today in art class, I drew a sketch, and the teacher said I drew well, but I want to draw interior design drawings more. I really hope that one day, I can paint unscrupulously, without considering the college entrance examination, without considering my parents' expectations, and only do what I like.]Her blog posts were casual, without a fixed format, just writing whatever came to her mind. Sometimes they were just a few short sentences, sometimes a long paragraph of thoughts. Occasionally, she would also attach small paintings she drew and photos of food she took, clean and lively, just like herself, bright and gentle.To her surprise, shortly after each blog post was published, she would receive an anonymous like. Sometimes, there would also be a simple comment, no signature, only a few short words, but extremely gentle.When she wrote that math problems were difficult, the comment was [Take your time, you can do it]; when she posted food photos, the comment was [It looks delicious, eat well]; when she poured out her love for design, the comment was [Stick to what you like, there will always be a chance to realize it.]Huaiyue was full of curiosity. Who was this anonymous liker and commenter? Was he a high school student like her? Or a stranger? She tried to reply to those comments, asking who he was, asking if he also liked design, but never received a response. The other party was like a silent onlooker, quietly watching her daily life, liking her when she was happy, giving her a gentle encouragement when she was wronged, but never showing up, nor revealing any information about himself.That day, she stayed up late because of a physics problem, calculating repeatedly but never finding the way. She was anxious and irritable, and couldn't help complaining on her blog: [Physics problems are too difficult! I've been staying up for almost an hour and still can't do it. I feel so stupid. Am I really not suitable for studying science? I'm so confused. I don't know why I insist on studying science when I don't like it at all.]After publishing, she lay on the desk, full of grievance, her eyes slightly red. After a few minutes, the computer screen lit up, a reminder from the blog—someone liked it, and there was a new comment: [Don't worry, take your time. It's just a problem, don't deny yourself. You are excellent, and your love is also precious.]Seeing that comment, Huaiyue's heart warmed, and the tears in her eyes finally did not fall. She looked at the words on the screen, her fingers gently tapping the keyboard, replying: [Thank you, stranger. Every time I see your comment, I feel very warm. I don't know who you are or where you are, but I still thank you for being willing to listen to my ramblings and encourage me.]As usual, there was no response to this reply. But Huaiyue was not lost. She knew that the anonymous person must be watching. This strange, anonymous warmth was like a small beam of light, illuminating her somewhat confused Grade 2 days, and giving her more courage to stick to her love and face the studies she didn't like.In the office in Beijing, He Zhiyun looked at Huaiyue's reply on the screen, his fingers pausing on the keyboard, hesitating for a long time, and finally did not type any words. He couldn't respond, nor could he show up. His world was dark, complex, full of calculations and struggles. He was afraid that his situation would involve this bright and clean girl, and that his unspoken love would defile her purity.He could only be a silent onlooker, watching her happiness, watching her grievance, watching her growth, and giving her a little warmth and encouragement in the simplest way. He clicked on Huaiyue's blog avatar, looked at that small painting for a long time, and the coldness and fatigue in his eyes were gradually replaced by warmth.He didn't know that this accidental attention and this anonymous warmth would become the only light in his long years to come; he even less knew that this girl who hid a small dream in the late summer of Guangzhou would become the only person he wanted to protect in his life.Huaiyue turned off the computer and picked up the physics problem again. The irritability in her heart had dissipated a lot. She thought of the anonymous comment, and the corners of her mouth raised unconsciously. No matter who he was or where he was, she was very grateful for this strange warmth. She secretly made up her mind that no matter how difficult it was, she would persist, not only to cope with her studies well, but also to keep her love, living up to herself and the person who silently encouraged her.