The wind in my sophomore year of high school always seemed to have the bubbly feel of orange soda. The first time Lin Wanxing noticed Jiang Xu was under the camphor tree next to the playground - he was wearing a blue and white school uniform, holding half an eraser between his fingertips. He was bending down to help lower grade students pick up scattered exercise books. The setting sun stretched his shadow very long, and even his hair was wrapped in warm light.
At that time, they were just "strangers in the next class": she was writing physics problems by the window on the second floor, and she could see him running downstairs with a basketball in his arms, and the number on the back of his jersey was soaked with sweat; when he was collecting water at the end of the corridor, he would see her holding a stack of homework books, tiptoeing to the office on the third floor. When her broken hair was blown to her face by the wind, she would subconsciously purse her lips and tuck the hair behind her ears.
The change happened in the evening after a night study hall. Lin Wanxing was hiding from the rain in the alley behind the teaching building while holding the uneaten strawberry cake, when she saw Jiang Xu squatting in the corner, carefully feeding ham to a lame stray cat. Raindrops were floating on the shoulders of his school uniform, but he only focused on holding the cat close to his arms.
"Classmate, do you want to hide from the rain together?" When he looked up, the street lights just turned on, and the warm yellow light fell on his eyes, like half a star.
From that day on, the distance between the class next door seemed to be quietly blown closer by the evening breeze: he would stuff a toffee in her desk drawer with a note, "I drew the auxiliary line for the last question in physics on the scratch paper"; she would hand him a bottle of ice-cold soda after he finished playing ball, with the label saying "Don't drink too fast, you will choke."
It turns out that the sweetest thing in youth is not the ice cream in the summer, but the moment when she looks at him every time she passes by the class next door. It is the piece of ginkgo leaf he secretly pushes to her when the evening breeze blows through the corridor. On the back is written: "Lin Wanxing, can I be more than just Jiang Xu from the class next door?"
This is a story about secret love, night breeze and young heartbeat. It hides the little secret that every girl has in high school about "that person in the next class".
Concept: sweet campus essay
