There is an iron box locked in Gu Yuzhou's desk. There was a yellowed post-it note inside, with scrawled writing: "The sun is very sunny today, suitable for being talked to." No signature, no date.
No one knows why the aloof scholar began to sit in the second to last row by the window. Why does the person who always ranks first in the exam "happen" to bring an extra review material when she fails in the monthly exam? Why did he reject everyone's umbrella, but only took the one she handed him?
Lin Jianlu smiled frankly: "Are you waiting for me to find out?" He lowered his eyes and turned to write, his Adam's apple moved, but he said nothing.
Later, when the iron box was opened, the whole school realized that he had collected all the fragments of her seventeen-year-old life, but never dared to put it together into a complete sentence.
Purpose: Happy every day