In 2023, middle-aged Bai Yu returned to his old family home in a small county to sort out his old belongings. A stack of yellowed notes slipped from the collection of high school wrong questions, instantly bringing him back to the midsummer of 2002. At that time, the shy and reserved Bai Yu and the gentle and delicate Song Jiayi became tablemates. The small notes became the secret carriers for the two of them to convey their feelings - reminders for exercises, words of comfort, green temptations, and the joy hidden in their hearts. SARS struck in 2003, and the campus was closed. The two accompanied and protected each other. Amidst the panic of the epidemic and the pressure of the college entrance examination, their love quietly grew. However, due to their youthful inferiority complex and the fetters of the outside world, they were never able to say that they liked each other. The college entrance examination ended, and the separation was unexpected. The two rushed to different cities. The unspoken confessions and unfulfilled promises were all hidden in old notes. Twenty years have passed, and the old note is still clear, and the youthful throbbing has long since settled. Only the care and regret hidden in the time have become the most touching marks of youth for the two of them.
Reader comments
Each piece of paper carries the simplest thoughts in the years. There are no gorgeous words, no deliberate embellishments, every stroke is filled with tenderness and longing that cannot be hidden. It records joy, hides grievances, and retains the small beauty in the passing years. A thin piece of paper and a gentle word are the most precious gifts of time, hiding unspeakable deep feelings. In the days to come, every time I think of them, they are still warm and moving. Just that sentence, Song Jiayi, I seem to like you a little bit, moved people.
Each piece of paper carries the simplest thoughts in the years. There are no gorgeous words, no deliberate embellishments, every stroke is filled with tenderness and longing that cannot be hidden. It records joy, hides grievances, and retains the small beauty in the passing years. A thin piece of paper and a gentle word are the most precious gifts of time, hiding unspeakable deep feelings. In the days to come, every time I think of them, they are still warm and moving. Just that sentence, Song Jiayi, I seem to like you a little bit, moved people.