Unexpected ripples of late winter in March
Yzhou in March is still wrapped in the residual warmth of late winter, and the chill lingers in the morning light, just like the life of young Gu Han for more than ten years - dull and repetitive, like a blank piece of paper that has never been written down. He always thinks wildly after class: If he lives like this day after day, has no ups and downs of experience, and blindly cares about vague people and things, if he writes it into a book, will it be so boring that no one will read it?
The night in the supplementary class was particularly quiet. As soon as the politics teacher finished speaking, Gu Han stretched lazily, got up and walked towards the geography teacher's seat. He was just curious about what Teacher Chen, who always liked to "play tricks", was up to, but he encountered an interesting scene at the corner of the corridor: the girl was holding a note, pestering Teacher Chen to ask "what can't be done this week", while Teacher Chen, with a pretentious look on his face, said "the blue strips are used up" and drove the girl away.
Gu Han couldn't help laughing and stepped forward to joke: "Why don't you do the math for me, have you had any peach blossoms recently?" Teacher Chen immediately hugged him and joked. Seeing this, the girl on the side immediately suggested: "That's right, let's do the math together!" The noisy laughter attracted another girl. The interaction between the three was short and lively, but it made him feel at a loss as he had always felt that he was ordinary and not good at dealing with strange girls.
He couldn't get a word in, and he had no desire to chat. He just felt that staying where he was was extremely cramped, so he quietly turned around and returned to his seat. He thought that this small episode was just a speck of dust in an ordinary life, and would be forgotten when he turned around, but he did not realize that this chance conversation and this moment of interaction had long been like a pebble dropped into stagnant water.
The late winter of March will eventually pass, and the book of life, which I thought would always be empty, also quietly wrote the first punctuation mark to break the dullness in this casual encounter.
Concept: My own experience and fictional beautiful love