On the first day of the second year of junior high school, Yu Shuning bumped into someone.
The man wore glasses, had scars on his face, and his school uniform was as clean as if it had just been opened. She helped Yu Shuning pick up the scattered books and said in a very soft voice: "Second grade of junior high school? I'll take you up." She called Xia Mo
Later they became tablemates. Yu Shuning discovered that she always had mints in her drawer, always drew auxiliary lines on her draft paper, and would tilt her umbrella toward her when it rained. One day, Yu Shuning discovered that Xia Mo would be in a daze from time to time and her hands would shake. She said it might be because she was in a bad mood. "You will be happy if you eat something sweet." Yu Shuning brought her strawberry cake every day. Later, Xia Mo found out that Yu Shuning was smoking to relieve stress. She didn't know why she should care about others, so she just took the cigarette butt away from her hand. They lived in the same dormitory, covered themselves with the same quilt, and hugged each other on thunderstorm nights. In the winter of his sophomore year in high school, Xia Mo's mother passed away. Yu Shuning didn't ask anything and put hot milk on the corner of her desk. After the college entrance examination, she was ranked eighth in the city and Yu Shuning was ninth on the red list. Same university. Same city. Same key.
On April 17 of the second year of graduate school, Yu Shuning looked back at her before going out. She was washing dishes, the faucet was on, and she didn't hear the "Bye".
Later, Xia Mo went to the sea that Yu Shuning mentioned. The balcony is full of mint and I buy a bouquet of daisies every week.
In the folder of the notebook, I still keep the yellowed candy wrapper.
Concept: Their world is not an island.
It's just that the docked ships have learned to moor quietly.
