Shen Qing is number one in grade.
Always sitting in the last row by the window, always wearing headphones, always expressionless. His name was at the top of the results list, and there was a long list below, but he never looked down.
He is the kind of person that people dare not approach - not because he is fierce, but because he is too quiet, as quiet as a pool of water without any ripples.
There was only one person in the school who could talk to him: Lin Xiao. The school beauty, who talks a lot, sits at the table in front of him. I don't know what happened, but Shen Qing would reply to her words, although it would only be one or two words each time.
Ye Chen is second in grade.
He is also the captain of the school basketball team and recognized as the school varsity. His name is always below Shen Qing on the performance list, right next to it, like some kind of fixed ranking.
He was good at everything - he looked good, he played well, he was popular. There are always people around him during class, and there are always people looking at him in the corridor. But he doesn't smile very much, and if he occasionally curls up the corners of his mouth, the people next to him will feel that they are lucky today.
They wouldn't have crossed paths.
Until one early morning, Ye Chen cycled past the platform and saw Shen Qing standing there alone, waiting for the bus.
He stopped.
"Come up, I'll take you."
Shen Qing didn't know why he stopped.
Ye Chen didn't know why he stopped.
But from then on, every morning, at 6:03, that platform, that bicycle, and those two people.
One rides in front and the other sits in the back.
He doesn't talk much, but he does it every day.
Shen Qing began to notice some things that he had never noticed before - such as the water dispenser at the end of the corridor of Class 3, such as the back figure wearing No. 7 Jersey on the basketball court, such as the person's long and beautiful fingers when passing the candy.
Ye Chen also started to do some things that he had never done before - such as taking a detour through the back door of Class 1, going to sit by the flower bed at noon, and carrying an extra mint in his pocket.
Lin Xiao was the only one who noticed something was wrong.
But she said nothing. Just one morning during self-study one day, when I saw Shen Qing walking into the classroom, I suddenly said:
"Shen Qing."
"Huh?"
"Corner of the mouth."
Shen Qing was stunned for a moment.
Then he touched the corners of his mouth - they seemed to be curled up.
He didn't press.
At that time, they all thought that there would be many, many mornings like this.
Intention: A true farewell, never need to say goodbye. Those unspoken words eventually became the morning wind, which blew away and dispersed, but those who blew it knew that it had come.
