In the galaxy of youth, Xie Jingshi felt like an insignificant speck of dust.
Height, family background, and silence are the codes of inferiority that he cannot debug; and Su Yiting is the dazzling glimmer of light that accidentally breaks into his trajectory.
A lost property, a bunch of error correction codes, a quiet encounter by the lake.
From "please help me find the bug" to "thinking that you are here, I won't be so panicked", from both ends of the code to the edge of the same project table.
This is the story of dust looking up to the glimmer of light, and the glimmer of light quietly illuminating the dust, allowing the silent to find their voices, and the prelude to the growth of ordinary souls discovering their own unique algorithms.
——When your world is accustomed to running silently, someone suddenly compiles a whole spring of chords for you.
