"Su Qingyue, next spring, we will become better versions of ourselves and continue to love each other." - Jiang Ye
"Jiang Ye, I will never give up on you until the last chapter of my life's score." - Su Qingyue
Talented pipa girl & math master
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Midsummer brings a bit of coolness, and youth welcomes its new creator.
The September sun was like melted amber, sticky and splashed on the asphalt road.
Eno's world is made of numbers.
He was as sure of this as he was sure that his mother had been gone for one thousand six hundred and seventy-three days.
Believed that the clock in my father's study ticked almost inaudibly every thirty seconds.
I am sure that the new "little mother" will prepare three dishes and one soup every Wednesday and Friday at 7:45 pm.
The numbers are conclusive and do not deceive.
It's not like the mother's increasingly blurry smile in the memory, not like the dodgey look in the father's eyes when he said, "This is all for your own good," and not like the excessive gentleness on the face of the woman who suddenly broke into their lives.
4:17 P. M.
Jiang Ye was sitting at the desk in his room, with the Mathematical Olympiad problem book open in front of him open to page 78.
The solution to the third question unfolded clearly in my mind, like a perfectly structured bridge.
He liked this feeling: questions, derivation, solutions. Everything follows logic and has a beginning and an end.
The sound of voices downstairs interrupted the progression of the sequence.
"Jiang Ye, your Aunt Lin's daughter is coming for dinner tonight."
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Concept: Magnolia blossoms, youthful love.