In Xu Danliao's youth, there was a young man named Yan Yingchuan.
He is a cool and dazzling science school boy, sitting in the key science class, with top grades, and always the focus of the crowd on the basketball court; she is a gentle and delicate music student, with a mind as soft as the evening breeze, a little angel in the eyes of others, but she always thinks wildly and feels depressed when she is alone.
The secret love that was hidden in the ringtones of evening self-study, the scratch paper, and the gaze from every other class ended up in vain.
She whispered that she would go to City B for training next June until the art exam is over.
The art student was secretly grateful to be with him, but his fingertips turned white, so he only dared to write down his thoughts on the draft paper that he didn't want others to see, and he couldn't even say a word of condolence.
The class division came unexpectedly.
Class 1, the key science subject, is the battlefield between him and his brother Chen Tuan;
Art Class 6 is where she, her best friend Yue Qing, and Yue Tan Bing, who silently likes her, belong.
Yue Qing later became a student of Bochi, and they were together day and night; but he was separated by several classrooms and had to deliberately wait for even a chance encounter.
Qing Xin from the next class is approaching step by step. The temptations of others, the silent misunderstandings, the distance between classes, and the pressure of art and college entrance examinations have buried the unspoken heartbeat layer by layer.
They obviously had a secret love for each other, but they were both trapped in the pride and timidity of young people, and neither of them bowed their heads first.
Later, she pursued her music ideal, and he entered a top university. There was no bloodshed or breakup, but they were quietly separated at the crossroads of youth.
We are all heading towards a bright and grand future, but we are no longer there. It was the last period of evening self-study before the separation of liberal arts and science classes. When the bell rang, it meant we parted ways from now on.
There is no grand confession, only the reluctance hidden in the eyes, and a farewell and encouragement as light as the wind.
He didn't dodge, and the tips of her ears turned red. Those unspoken thoughts were all submerged in the words "Come on".
Concept: The most regrettable thing in youth is not missing out, but meeting the person we want to cherish the most at the age when we are most timid. Those secret loves hidden in the eyes and stopped at the lips and teeth were eventually submerged by class division, distance and misunderstanding. We each rushed towards our ideals and future, fulfilling our lives but regretting our youth.