Youth Literature & Sweet Articles
>On the first day of school, Zhiran got lost in the wisteria corridor.
>When he ran into Song Jin's arms with a heavy book in his arms, the scattered papers were like flying butterflies.
>"Classmate, your campus card." He held her ID between his fingertips, and his voice was clearer than the September wind.
>——Later she learned that Song Jin, who ranked first in the architecture department, never picked up things.
>Until he knelt down on one knee at the graduation ceremony, holding the diamond ring in his hand: "Can the things I picked up this time be kept for a lifetime?"
>From peeking in the reflection of the classroom windows to signing their names on the plan drawings side by side.
>Ten years later, my daughter flipped through the photo album and asked, "Did Dad lose his campus card on purpose?"
>Song Jin fed the peeled orange into Zhiran's mouth: "It was your mother who broke into my life first."
