The September wind brought transfer student Lin Yan into Jiang Yi's sight.
One is a sloppy young man who always sleeps on his desk, and the rooftop and billiard hall are his secret strongholds; the other is an aloof academic who has his shirt buttoned to the top and always ranks first on his report card. They were supposed to be two parallel lines, but in the smell of smoke on the rooftop, under the umbrella of the rain curtain, and in the quiet pushing of the neighbors, they gradually began to intersect.
During the season when sweet-scented osmanthus fell all over the white shirt, they shared the warmth of a lighter, saw the same sky dyed red by the sunset, and in each other's eyes, they understood something brighter than the stars hidden in the young man's mind.
This is the story of two teenagers slowly getting closer amidst the chirping of cicadas and the fragrance of cinnamon.
Intention: Young people's thoughts grow naturally