In the second class of high school, Su Qingqing had a transfer student named Lin Yan at the back desk. He was quiet and talkative, but when she got stuck on a math problem, he would poke her exercise book with the tip of his pen and write down clear steps to solve the problem. On a rainy night when she forgot to bring her umbrella, he would silently give her an umbrella and turn around and rush into the rain. When she ran out of refills, he would hand her a blue pen with a cat on it and say, "Leave it there for your convenience next time."
Under the camphor tree of Qinghe Middle School, the draft paper is filled with formulas, the wind blowing through the school uniforms during recess exercises, and the popsicles in the canteen are smelling sweet. There is no grand confession, only the tenderness hidden in the details, and the two-year long and careful ambiguity between the boy and the girl. Side by side, they walked through the anxiety of monthly exams, the hustle and bustle of sports meets, and the anxiety of parent-teacher meetings. They supported each other in the sea of questions, grew closer and closer, and hid their most youthful love in every dusk and morning in high school.
Intent: The restrained and delicate ambiguous feelings between boys and girls, showing the purity and growth of adolescence