The wind in Gardenia Lane has been blowing for more than ten years.
From the day Xia Zhi grabbed Gu Xiaoyang's clothes in kindergarten, she became the "little tail" behind him that couldn't be shaken off. When she started her first year of high school, she was still the cute scumbag who would get lost and always failed math, but he was already the famous cool student god in the whole school - he was distant and taciturn to everyone, but he would calculate her lost route in advance and wait for her at the corner of the teaching building; he would break the cone formula into "cake steps" and patiently explain it three times; when she sprained her foot, he would squat down and carry her to the infirmary without hesitation, but the tips of his ears were quietly red.
Her love is hidden in every "Gu Xiaoyang wait for me", in the scarf that she insisted on giving away despite knitting the wrong stitches, and in the unspoken confession on the Ferris wheel in the amusement park. At first, he thought it was a neighbor's habit, but it wasn't until he saw her disappointment when she handed over a love letter to another boy, and it wasn't until he dug out the photos from childhood to adulthood late at night that he was shocked to realize that those "incidental" waiting and "coincidental" concern had already become a tacit preference.
There were no bloody misunderstandings, only the small tenderness in the past three years: the full-sugar milk after the morning self-study, the flashlight light during the evening self-study, the lychee soda handed to her at the sports meeting, the hair tied up for her backstage at the New Year's party... When Gu Xiaoyang wrote down the thoughts he had saved for three years in a note and handed it out in front of the gardenias, Xia Zhi realized that the light she had been chasing for more than ten years had actually been staying for her for a long time.
This is a youth from "neighbors" to "us". It is the exclusive tenderness of the god of learning, and it is also the two-way rush of the scumbag - gardenia blooms in summer, warm sun comes at dawn, and you are just there.
