In the midsummer when the cicadas are chirping, under the sycamore tree in No. 1 Middle School, there is a whole youth's unspoken thoughts hidden.
He is Luotian Yang, the aloof academic master who always ranks at the top of the list. He is taciturn and has a rock-like heart. He locks all his emotions into test papers and formulas. He is known as an emotionless question-answering machine.
She is Xia Xingxing, with average grades but hot temper, straightforward and stubborn, she never bows her head, dares to love and hate, but only in front of him, she secretly hides her most clumsy heartbeat.
They are two lines that never intersect.
One is immersed in writing questions and does not care about worldly affairs;
A rampage, lively and lively.
There is no love at first sight, no bloody confession,
All approaches are as slow as the clock hand,
All the care is hidden in the details.
He would never say that he liked her, he would only calmly rescue her when she was in trouble, and silently leave a light when she stayed up late to study questions.
She never knew how to be gentle, she would only say the softest words in the strongest tone, and protect the people she cared about most with the strongest temper.
Classmates for three years, countless passing mornings and evenings,
They get close in temptation, fall in habit, and love deeply in silence.
Slow to the extreme, restrained to the point of sadness.
When I finally dare to face my heart, when I finally learn to speak,
Youth has come to an end.
That July filled with messages, that unfinished confession,
In the end, it only resulted in a destined separation.
It turns out that some encounters are just passing by;
Some likes stop at the lips and teeth and are hidden by the years.
It has become a regret that cannot be let go of in a lifetime.
