Wen Xun always felt that Shen Zhihai was like a sea full of broken gold in the midsummer evening, so dazzling that people dared not look directly at it.
He is a person who always attracts dazzling glances in the corridor of the teaching building, a young man who attracts cheers when he sweats on the basketball court, and a name that always tops the list on the report card. Wen Xun was used to looking at him through the crowd, as if looking up at an unreachable sea, not even daring to touch the hem of his clothes.
Until that afternoon when the cicadas were chirping noisily, the young man walked towards him against the light, with a long shadow covering his canvas shoes. Shen Zhihai smiled brightly at Wen Xun: "Classmate Wen Xun, I have been paying attention to you for a long time. How about we make friends?"
Later, the blank space of the scratch paper was filled with obscure names, the same song was played in the headphones, and footprints were left side by side on the playground after evening self-study. Only then did Wen Xun suddenly realize that the sea he had secretly envied for a long time had already crossed the beach and gently wrapped his whole body into the tide called Shen Zhihai.
Intention: Everyone carries their own sea, but they have not yet met the person who can make this sea flow together. The meaning of meeting is to let each other's tides embrace each other, and let the waves that were once separate become a two-way rush.
