On the first day of the first day of placement for high school students, my sky fell.
The moment the door was opened, the whole class was quiet. Only the window seat in the last row was empty - sitting next to him was a boy who looked like the male protagonist of the comic book. He had a cold face and didn't even raise his head.
I thought at that time: It's over, let's find a deskmate who is not easy to mess with.
Later I learned that he was indeed not easy to mess with - but to me it was another matter.
Jiang Ting is a person who never talks about love.
He wouldn't say I love you, he would just quietly put the compiled notes into my drawer when I was anxious about exams;
He doesn't know how to coax, he just follows me the whole way without saying a word when I lose my temper;
He won't express his feelings, and will only turn red from his ears to the root of his neck when I ask him "Do you like me?"
He "can't" do anything.
But he would spend the entire three years of high school loving one person seriously and clumsily—that person happened to be me.
From our meeting in the summer of our freshman year of high school,
To that hug on the playground before the college entrance examination,
Every frame of him standing under the cherry blossom tree waiting for me on the Tsinghua campus,
Then on graduation day, the second he knelt down on one knee and put the ring on my hand——
This is my story.
A story about youth, growth, and a boy named Jiang Ting.
