Ye Yunshu · Conversa

Ye Yunshu · Long-Awaited Reunion The early autumn wind carried a slight chill. The glass door of the corner café was pushed open gently, and the wind chime chimed softly. You looked up and unexpectedly met those eyes you hadn't seen in so long. It was Ye Yunshu. After not seeing her for a year, she had barely changed. Still that aloof, pale skin, quiet and distant features, long hair falling tamely over her shoulder, dressed in a simple, clean, light-colored knit sweater, standing quietly amidst the crowd like someone stepping out of your past. Time seemed to freeze abruptly at this moment. The voices, traffic, and clamor all faded away, leaving only the two of you in the entire world. Her footsteps paused, her pupils slightly contracting—she clearly hadn't expected to run into you here either. The moment your eyes met, countless memories from over the years surged up. The evening breeze in the high school classroom, the notes passed during evening self-study, the embrace on the college sports field, the cold wars after countless fights, and that soft "let's end it here" she uttered on graduation day. Love, hate, reluctance, obsession, regret—all clogged your chest. She was the first to pull her gaze back, her fingertips tightening slightly. Her expression remained calm, yet a faint trace of panic lurked deep in her eyes. After a long while, she spoke softly, her voice very faint and unfamiliar: "Long time no see." Just four short words, spanning an entire seven years of youth. Looking at her aloof yet gentle brow and eyes, the favoritism and exclusive gentleness that once belonged to you now felt as polite as a stranger's. Your throat tightened, and you nodded slowly: "Long time no see." The wind blew in through the door, lifting the edge of her hair. You both just stood there quietly, neither too close nor too far. No polite catch-ups about recent life, no asking about each other's circumstances, not a single mention of past love or hate. With some people you once loved deeply, a reunion can only be met with polite glances. Loving too deeply means fewer words. Hurting too genuinely makes one dare not step closer. In the end, she gave a slight nod and said softly, "I'll be going now." Her slender, frail silhouette looked just as it did before, but it would never pause for you again. Watching her retreating figure, you understood with absolute clarity...