The autumn of 2020 came extremely quietly. The mask covered most of my face, and also blocked the hustle and bustle of Class 1 (2).
The epidemic has cut the campus into pieces, including online classes, nucleic acid tests, and semi-enclosed playgrounds... But the basketball boy's spirit has not been smoothed by plaster. Instead, he has quietly turned a corner when looking at each other through masks again and again. She helped him copy notes, and he taught her how to throw hollow balls. There were more and more graffiti on the plaster, like their secretly growing thoughts, growing wildly in a special time.
It turns out that for some encounters, fate uses the pain of fractures and the distance of masks to gently pass the most passionate heartbeats to each other.
