(Original name: "Wish Heart")
Ready to abandon the pit and rewrite. I won't write this article anymore. "Percent" will be reopened in the future, and it will still be Zhu Xing and Kuang Rui.
Everyone has a unique youth.
Or in midsummer when the cicadas are chirping deafeningly, the white shirt is lightly stained with salt from sweat.
Or an inexplicable palpitation in an ordinary afternoon, like the sudden rain that comes without any reason.
Or - just when I thought I had grasped everything, I was easily blown away by a thin examination paper and a gust of early autumn wind.
Our story begins in this summer.
The sound of cicadas is like waves and the sun is hot. The day she transferred to another school, chalk dust slowly rose and fell in the light beam, like countless insignificant fates. And I was using the tip of my pen to draw the 101st route map for skipping class on the edge of the textbook.
What is youth?
It's the swelling pain in the chest when I suddenly understand a poem.
It was the sound of a basketball hitting the ground and bouncing back that echoed in the dusk.
It was a potted plant that died quietly on the window sill of the study room.
It was a message that I had stored in my phone for three years but never dared to send.
This story is about how two people who should not have met gave each other the most clumsy sincerity at the best age.
About how those unspoken words grow into the bones of time.
About dividing love into proportions and turning heartbeat into accident
Regarding the phrase "see you later", how it slowly ferments over time, turning into blessings, regrets, and -
Youth itself.
Turn the page.
In this story, you will meet them when they are seventeen years old.
You will also meet yourself at some point, equally serious and clumsy.
Concept: Ninety-nine percent love and one percent utilization