[Pure campus cookies + bedtime reading]
The day I threw my homework book on the face of the first grader, I didn't know that I would have to spend the whole summer in it.
To be precise, it fell to the ground next to him. But when he looked up, I felt that I might have fallen in more than just my homework book.
Shen Zhou, the ace of the competition class, is known as "Refrigerator" and never speaks a word to anyone. Then he handed me a piece of music score: "Copy it for me."
I copied it. He played. I listened. Things started to get out of hand from here.
I remember that he has low blood sugar, and he remembers that I don't eat coriander.
He played the piano in the empty classroom after evening self-study, and I turned over the music next to him. The two of us stayed there for two hours without saying a word.
On the night of the cultural festival, he said three words to me. I thought he meant "thank you." As a result, in the piano room, he took the music sheet away from his back and said, "It's 'I like you'."
I grabbed his sleeve and said, "Say it again."
He actually said it again.
Then this summer, he said it every day.
——Help, where is the coldness you promised?
