Introduction to "Nanzhou Youxin"
This is a campus story about secret love and two-way love, which takes place in the cinnamon-filled Nanzhou University.
Qiu Yingying, who was admitted from a third-tier town, entered the university with the stubbornness to "take root and grow". She is ordinary but enthusiastic. She records the fireworks of the world on the way to collect news, writes down her thoughts on the old wicker chair in the library, and also crashes into the world of Chen Zheyuan, the college student in the medical school, through an accidental encounter.
He is the "mobile check-in point" in everyone's eyes - the handsome figure by the window on the second floor during morning reading, the gentle silhouette feeding stray cats on a rainy day, and the double-skinned girl who appears in the cafeteria on time at 7:10. But Qiu Yingying knew that the brown sugar stains on his white shirt hid his carefulness, his stability in the anatomy class hid his empathy, and even the whisper of "there is a panda on the pen cap" hid his care that only she could understand.
Their intersection began by accident: she knocked over his anatomy diagram, and he picked up her notebook; she didn't bring an umbrella in the rain, and he tilted the umbrella toward her; she was anxious about her father's illness, and he quietly handed her rice cakes; she wrote the story of the sugar painter in a club activity, and after reading it, he said seriously, "It's really well written."
Only later did she understand that the tenderness hidden in the details was a two-way street - he remembered that she loved to drink double-skinned milk with sugar, and she collected the diary he left in the study room; he waited in the old wicker chair while she was working overtime in her internship, and she saw her freshman year in his photo album.
When the spring cherry blossoms are gone, all the thoughts on my mind are finally spoken out. It turns out that I like it a little. Starting from September when the sycamore leaves fall, it has quietly taken root and sprouted in the years, waiting for the wind to come, waiting for an answer.
This is a book about youth
