On the boulevard on the day of registration, Su Nian, a cute freshman in the Chinese Department, ran into a cold embrace with a collection of poems. The goose-yellow note with the words "I want to have sex with Xia Tian" happened to fall into the hands of Lu Xingci, a senior in the Department of Computer Science.
In the eyes of everyone, he is a talkative and cold-faced programming master. He is the No. 6 Figure on the basketball court, but he will quietly step in for her when she can't reach the books in the library. He will hold her dangling plate firmly in the cafeteria. When she is nervous and forgets her words, he will stuff a mint candy and whisper, "Count the beats with me."
She is a literary girl with a little sunshine aura. She loves to write poems and blushes easily, but she will secretly draw his profile, hand him warm milk when he stays up late to correct the code, and nod "ok" with red eyes when he says "I like you".
From the panicked heartbeat when we first met at the end of summer, to the tacit collaboration in the corridor of the club, from the sneak peek in the corner of the library, to the solemn confession under the cherry blossom tree - this heartbeat that started from an accident is hidden in the redness of the ears every time we look at each other, in the class notes of cross-department audits, and in the promise of "waiting for me to marry you when I come back" during the graduation season.
It turns out that the best love is when he gives her all the tenderness that is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and she gives him all her tough and bright courage.
"Lu Xingci, look, Wan Xing really hit my eyes."
"Well," he held her hand tightly, "and in my eyes, there is only you from beginning to end."
This is a campus story about running in both directions, with the chirping of cicadas, the sweetness of cherry blossoms and mint candies, and the warmth of growing up side by side, from school uniforms to the future.
