At the beginning of his first year of high school, Liu Xiyan saw two names on the class list that were so familiar that he panicked.
Zhou Yuqian—the same tablemate in junior high school. In the last year, the two of them barely exchanged a word.
Shen Zhixia, a neighbor who moved away from the primary school, left him a letter. He hid that letter under the bed for four years and never opened it.
He thought he had forgotten it long ago. But they happened to appear in the same school and on the same floor again, like two winds blowing back from the old times.
What he didn't expect even more was that a reckless curly boy fell into the classroom and became his deskmate; a steady girl handed over a hand-copied class schedule; and another competitive girl always looked back and glared at him.
Five people, a long three years from military training to college entrance examination.
Some people are confused about their choices, some collapse due to injuries, some cry in the classroom late at night, and some stand up again in the wind by the river.
That old letter was finally opened one day.
That broken friendship finally found an explanation that was long overdue at the end of a certain corridor.
And those loves that slowly grow day after day also quietly become clear before midsummer comes.
——The wind comes from the river, blowing away the young people, leaving behind them.
From the first year of high school to college, from Linjiang to the distance, Clover's three years are more than three years.
