In my senior year of high school, Jiang Shu and I were the "strangers" who had the best rapport in the class.
I could solve his most difficult physics problems, but I couldn't solve the silence in his eyes.
He could find me in the crowd at a glance, but he always looked away before his eyes met.
They all thought that I was the cold god of learning and he was the unruly genius.
Only I know that he always has the stationery I need in his school uniform pocket; only he knows that there is always a car parked outside the window of the convenience store where I work late at night with the lights on.
We tacitly acted "unfamiliar" until the transfer order for the national competition tied us together.
The instructor said: "You are a perfect match."
But we know it better than anyone else—somewhat heart-warming, the ending has been written from the beginning.
Intention: Does youth need to have regrets to be unforgettable?