The top two students in the science class were contracted by us for two years - I am Lin Mu and he is Wen Yuhe.
We competed on the same physics paper, using scratch paper to write secret codes that only each other understood, but we would panic even if we looked at each other for more than three seconds.
Wen Yuhe, whose name means rain, is afraid of water.
But I didn't wait for the sentence "Actually, I..." He hid in the competition notes.
On that afternoon when the cicadas were chirping, I went to look for him with my transcript that was three points ahead of his, but I saw the boy who was afraid of water and jumped into the river.
When he came up with the child who had fallen into the water, he looked at me for the last time, like a thousand words, all of which finally sank into the water he hated most.
Later, I dug into his schoolbag and found a new umbrella with my favorite star trail printed on it. There is also a diary. The last page says, "When I fail her next time, I will say..."
The tip of the pen pierced the paper, like a period that could never be filled.
