Sleeping in the Flowering Period

The first time Shen Huaixu met Xie Shu was in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the school library. The sun was very bright that day. Xie Shu stood on tiptoe to reach for a book of poetry on the top floor. The sleeves of his school uniform slipped down, revealing a thin white wrist. Shen Huaixu walked over unexpectedly and reached out to take it down for him. "Thank you." Xie Shu took the book, his eyes curved into beautiful crescents. Later, Shen Huaixu found out that this man was a "legend" in the first grade of high school - he had a cold and distant face, but he dared to stuff a note into his desk when they first met: "When you play basketball, can you stop pulling at the hem of your clothes to wipe the sweat?" Shen Huaixu:? ? ? Later, everyone knew that something was "off" between them. Xie Shu had a stomachache, but Shen Huaixu was able to run across three streets to buy hot porridge in ten minutes between classes. While Shen Huaixu was playing basketball, Xie Shu said he was "childish" but sat in the stands for every game, always holding a bottle of strawberry-flavored milk in his hand. On the boulevard after evening self-study, the moonlight stretched the shadows of the two people very long. Occasionally, the shadows would quietly overlap. They agreed to go to the beach together after the college entrance examination, raise a cat together, and take root in the same city together. It snowed heavily that winter. Xie Shu stood on the playground, his eyelashes covered with white debris. Shen Huaixu reached out to brush it, but he held his wrist. "Shen Huaixu," Xie Shu said, "let's skip class." "Where to go?" "Whatever. Anyway -" the young man raised his head, his eyes shining across the sky, "I want to waste the rest of my life with you." It would be nice if time could stop at that moment.