The magnolia flowers are blooming again on the university campus.
When Zhou Jing walked under the tree with her book in her arms, she would always think of the one outside the window of her high school classroom. Thinking of that morning when she mustered up all the courage to walk to the first row, and the silence behind her that almost swallowed her up.
Then, think of him.
I remembered the way Chen Xu walked in, passed through all the "should" choices, and walked straight to the empty seat next to her. I remember the soft sound of the chair rubbing against the ground when he sat down, like the title page of a story being gently opened.
Later, many people said that she became cheerful and loved to laugh. Only she knew that it was not a mutation. Someone sat on the edge of her silent world first, asked about the morning reading in the most ordinary tone, and caught all her uneasiness with a calm look. So the ice began to melt from there, and light seeped in through the gaps.
After a long time, she saw a sentence: "Being seen is the beginning of healing."
She suddenly understood that that morning, he was walking towards more than just an empty seat. What he walked towards was the real her that was obscured by rumors.
The morning light is the prelude, and the flowers bloom in silence.
And the prologue of some stories begins with a seemingly accidental choice between people sitting next to each other.
Purpose: youthful growth