The library in her senior year of high school always had the smell of ink from old books. She always chose a seat by the window. She could see Wen Jinheng's back diagonally in front of her when she raised her eyes. He was extremely focused when he was doing the questions, and the rustle of his pen across the paper was the most reassuring background sound throughout her adolescence. She would secretly fold the arranged notes neatly and muster up the courage to hand them to his desk. When her fingertips accidentally brushed against his inkstone, her cheeks were so hot that she could boil a pot of water, and she didn't even dare to look up to hear them clearly.
She saved half a month's pocket money to buy that competition guide book. When she drew the ferry boat on the title page, she drew it several times, fearing that the lines would not be smooth enough to match his clean handwriting. She wrote and revised the note sandwiched between the pages, deleting "I like you" and leaving only "My ideas for solving the problem are written next to it." She was afraid of disturbing him, but also hoped that he would pay more attention to her.
Later, the graduation season was so busy that she didn't have time to say goodbye. She only watched from a distance as he was surrounded by the crowd and looked high-spirited, like an out-of-reach light. I originally thought that this secret love would fade over time, but I didn't expect to meet again in a dating agency many years later - he was wearing a crisp suit, and he was calm and determined when talking about business. He overlapped with the young boy in his memory, but was completely different.
