When the chirping of cicadas crashed into the classroom window wrapped in the July heat wave, Lin Xiaoman was squatting in front of the locker in the back row, with the tip of his nose pressed against an old book of birds. Her sketchbook was opened by the wind, and the pencil drawing on the latest page only showed half of her face in profile - her eyebrows were slightly raised, and her eyelashes cast tiny shadows under her eyes, very much like the figure she bumped into on the playground last week.
Classmate, you are blocking the way.
The clear voice was like a drop of mint water, falling precisely into the tip of her burning ears. Lin Xiaoman hurriedly went to help the leaning easel, but knocked over the thermos cup beside him. Dark brown Chinese medicine liquid spread on the floor tiles. She stared at her washed white school uniform trousers, her voice trembling: Yes, I'm sorry...
It's okay.
The boy bent down to pick up her sketchbook, and his knuckles brushed the back of her hand that was stained with charcoal dust. Only then did Lin Xiaoman see his school badge - Gu Xu, Grade 2 Class 7, No. 1 In grade. The legendary aloof academic master who didn't care about anything but studying was looking down at her painting, his eyelashes casting fan-shaped shadows under his eyes: the painting was good.
This is their first day as tablemates.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
