In the summer of 2005, transfer student Chen Yu broke into Class 2 of the sixth grade and fell in love with the dazzling Lin Weiwei at first sight. He liked to hide this youthfulness in his eyes, but was noticed by the whole class. As for the quiet and reserved Su Nian, from the moment he stepped into the classroom, he quietly hid this heartbeat in his heart, watching silently and not daring to speak.
In elementary school, Chen Yu's eyes were always following Lin Weiwei. Zhao Lei's prank caused his love letters to be circulated in public, which made him embarrassed and embarrassed. Su Nian kept her secret and watched his joy and embarrassment from the corner, tenderly and humblely.
In 2006, the two entered junior high school, in the same grade and in different classes, and the threads of fate became entangled again. After fading away from the ignorance of elementary school, Chen Yu gradually let go of the past, but Su Nian's secret love for many years never disappeared. They quietly approached Su Nian through chance encounters in the corridor, asking for advice on exercises, and sharing umbrellas on rainy days.
In the second year of junior high school, the young love finally broke through. The two came together awkwardly. They didn't know how to love each other, but they were full of each other. Your face will turn red when you hold hands, your heart will beat when you look at each other, you are afraid of being discovered by the teacher, afraid of being talked about by your classmates, and you guard this first love carefully in ignorance and anxiety.
From the one-way secret love in elementary school to the two-way love in junior high school, they stumbled through their youth, with sweetness, quarrels, uneasiness, and determination. The notes hidden in textbooks, the eyes on the basketball court, and the thoughts in the summer night wind have become the most precious memories of junior high school.
This is a story about secret love, first love and growth. It describes the ignorance and throbbing of young girls and also hides the purest joy and regret of youth.
