Sharing the Same Eaves and White Heads

When the two names were printed on the red list of the physics competition at the same time, Chu Yu looked at the light exploding in Jiang Fan's eyes and suddenly remembered that snowy night in his senior year of high school. At that time, Jiang Fan stuffed the hand warmer into his arms, and white breath came out of his mouth: "I'll wait for you in University A." He thought it was just a sentence of encouragement, but he didn't see that when the other person turned around, the tips of his ears were as red as if they had been burned by snow. Later, they huddled in the laboratory to change star orbit parameters, shared a pair of headphones to listen to white noise, and shared the same blanket on winter nights. Jiang Fan always liked to rub his hair, and his fingertips were covered with thin calluses left by math problems; Chu Yu was used to being distracted when he was giving lectures, and his eyes were glued to his rolling Adam's apple. From school uniforms to white shirts, from countdown cards to award certificates, those cat doodles hidden in wrong question books, notes in popcorn buckets, and umbrellas held together on rainy nights, finally at an autumn art exhibition, the fingertips of the hands were gently heated - "Actually, I've wanted to hold your hand since the first time I gave you a lecture." "What a coincidence, so am I." This is a story about two boys from the physics department, about the coincidence of star paths and heartbeats, about the long confession from "I'm waiting for you" to "we are together".