Qing Leng Xue Shen Is Cold and Flirtatious

Jiang Yan is the coldest name on the honor wall of Yuying Middle School, and the physics competition certificate is the wall that isolates him from the world. Until Xia Zhuo crashed into his path like an untimely flame - that young sprinter with a score of 68 on the math test and a scorching smile, recklessly branding the vow to "go to Peking University together" on his carefully planned life blueprint. From then on, the late-night lights in the library began to illuminate the two side-by-side draft papers, and the wind on the track swept away the laughter of "I will give you the topic after one more lap." Jiang Yan unconsciously traced Xia Zhuo's running silhouette in the gap between competition deductions; after Xia Zhuo crossed the finish line of the Provincial Games, he stuffed the medal into Jiang Yan's school uniform pocket in front of everyone. They glimpsed the laws of another world from each other: the temperature beyond reason, the thinking beneath sweat. When Jiang Yan used "resonance" to define their relationship during the independent admissions interview at Peking University; when Xia Zhuo pushed the limits for himself and for the gaze in the stands on the track of the special sports recruitment test - they finally understood that the so-called future is never a lonely track. The inkstone was finally warmed by the burning light, and the flames also had direction because of the inkstone. From the desk to the Weiming Lake, from the school uniform to the white coat, this is the most passionate equation co-written by two teenagers in completely opposite but perfectly complementary ways: You are the heart of inspiration when I solve problems, and I am the wind that stirs when you run. Youth is immortal, inkstone and burning coexist.