In his sophomore year of high school, Wan Yi, a transfer student, sat next to Shen Zhijin, the top student in the grade.
There were patches of camphor outside the window, and books were stacked on the desk. The young man was silent and cold, but when she couldn't understand the class, he would quietly hand her a note to write down her thoughts.
The meaning of lateness in her name and the meaning of Zhijin in his name are hidden in the same line of poetry, like a foreshadowed encounter.
From being a cautious deskmate, to studying together in the evening, holding an umbrella together on rainy days, and writing dense notes on wrong questions in the wrong question book, my heartbeat quietly took root in my company day after day.
There is no bloody entanglement, no deliberate cruelty, only the purest love for boys and girls.
Later, she realized that there were some encounters that, from the first sight, were doomed for their entire youth.
The evening breeze knows my wishes, and I know my thoughts every year.
Intention: To meet tenderness in ordinary years, to illuminate each other in youthful times