I accidentally traveled to the midsummer of Chaah No. 2 Middle School, and became a transfer student in the first and third classes of junior high school. As fate would have it, I sat next to Shen Shenqi. From the notes handed quietly in class to the orange-flavored popsicles shared at the tuck shop; from the gentleness that shielded me from the chalk tip, to the perseverance that accompanied me day and night for three years, the purest heartbeat was hidden in the fireworks of the Northeastern campus. The confusion when we first met in the first grade of junior high school, the determination to stand side by side in the second grade of junior high school, the companionship of chasing dreams in the third grade of junior high school, in three years, from the same tablemate to the best person, in the noisy Tea Ah No. 2 Middle School, Shen Shenqi and I wrote the ordinary junior high school years into lines of youthful poetry full of sweetness and warmth.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
