The evening breeze of 1995 carried the smell of old books and flowed through the classroom window. The moment Gu Yanci raised his eyes, he happened to see Su Nianhe walking towards his seat holding a picture album - his shoulders wrapped in plain clothes were straight and light, holding a charcoal pencil on his fingertips, with a little light gray on his knuckles, and a soft look of concentration at the end of his eyes, which made his fingertips holding the pen tighten.
This famously aloof academic master, who was so indifferent to the outside world, hid a lot of hidden thoughts towards Su Nianhe: when she lowered her head to draw lines, he secretly glanced at the blurred soft pencil marks on her album; when she handed over the drawings to ask for opinions, his fingertips deliberately brushed her charcoal-dusted knuckles slowly; the moment when their shoulders and backs touched each other inadvertently, he had to hold his breath to suppress the heat in his throat.
Later, I don't know who broke the defense first.
Under the desk, his knuckles quietly hooked the corners of her album; at the corner of the corridor, he held her wrist holding the charcoal pencil and pressed her against the wall to kiss her, and the tip of his nose touched the light gray lead shavings on the top of her hair; in the empty studio on weekends, he buried himself in the crook of her neck and coaxed in a low voice: "Nian Nian, I don't understand the light and shadow of this portrait, can you come closer and teach me?"
Su Nianhe raised his eyes while holding the picture album, his eyes still gleaming with the brightness when he was concentrating on the drawings. His fingertips gently poked the tips of his hot ears: "Student Gu, your distance for 'looking at pictures' seems to be too far away from the drawing board."
But no one knew that her hand hanging by her side had secretly gripped the charcoal pencil tighter - she clearly took in this tenderness wrapped in the scent of pencil shavings. Year after year, the lines in the album and the light in the eyes only revolved around this cold and hot young man.
Intention: Based on the slow time of the 90s, write about the long-lasting deep love, hiding the ultimate tenderness and stability in the daily fireworks.