In her second year of high school, her mother went abroad for business. After careful warning, Tingxian was sent to stay with her mother's young friend's house.
At the gate, a boy wearing a white T-shirt looked up at her for a moment, then turned off his phone and took the suitcase, "Tingxian, right? Your room is on the second floor."
Tingxian thanked him softly and followed him.
She knew him.
Duan Zhuo is a famous figure.
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Being under the same roof, she and he could talk a few words, but that was all.
Until that day.
"Brother Zhuo, why do you feel that you are very interested in our school committee? You don't like it, right?" The man winked.
Afraid of hearing the answer, Tingxian walked around the camphor tree, but a familiar rambling voice sounded from behind.
"Of course I like it. The school committee is so good, who wouldn't like it?"
She only thought it was a joke, but she was afraid it was just a joke.
At ten o'clock in the evening, Tingxian opened the bedroom door. The boy was leaning against the wall with a cup of hot milk in his hand. "Did you hear that?"
Not knowing how to answer for a moment, Duan Zhuo chuckled and changed the subject: "I have a question that I'm not very good at. Please tell me about it and listen to the teacher."
... He knew he was avoiding him.
Moreover, someone who didn't even bother to bring back the book would have any questions that she needed to talk about.
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In fact, everything is traceable.
She once stood on the second floor and watched Duan Zhuo chatting and laughing with his friends after playing ball.
He looked up unexpectedly and his eyes met hers.
There was no time to escape, so he was stunned for a few seconds and hurriedly backed away until the scene downstairs fell into a blind spot.
When he turned around in relief, he saw a figure coming from the corner of the stairs.
Chun Jingxixi, their eyes met again, and her breathing stopped.
Duan Zhuo seemed to raise his eyebrows, with a smile in his eyes as if his plan had succeeded.
*
"Listen, you know, we met when we were little.
It was raining heavily that day, so before you got in the car, you gave me the certificate for being a good student to protect you from the rain. I was thinking at that time - what a pity, I should have followed her home secretly. "
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"Diary"
"Secret love is like a quiet rain, until I look into your eyes and my heart beats with the rain." - Ting Xian
"She is the rainbow sun, and I am lucky to be illuminated by it." ——Duan Zhuo
2025/9/23
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Concept: Fate is a rain that cannot be avoided even if you don't go out
