Lin Yangcheng will always remember that afternoon.
During the mixed examination for the second year of high school, she was assigned to the examination room for the third year of high school. That was the first time she met Zhang Yuche.
The sun slanted in through the window, casting a thin layer of halo on the side of his face. His school uniform had a light aroma, a very clean smell, mixed with the warmth of the bedding after being exposed to the sun.
Only then did she find out that his name was Zhang Yuche, the president of the student union, the representative of the provincial mathematics competition, and the boy who stood in the front row of every flag-raising ceremony.
And she was just Lin Yangcheng in the ordinary class. The distance between her and him was separated by an entire third floor, the string of unattainable numbers on the grade ranking list, and the gap in the hearts of all girls that they dare not cross.
After that, she began to notice many things that she had never noticed before.
For example, he likes to go to the canteen to buy the same lemon tea after the second class. For example, he is responsible for checking hygiene every Wednesday and will stay in the corridor on the first floor for the longest time. For example, he purses his lips slightly when running, and his face does not turn red after running three thousand meters.
So she learned to go to the cafeteria at certain times, just to take a look at him from a distance in the crowd. She would remember the arrangements for each monthly exam, see where his seat was in advance, and then choose a route that would allow him to pass by. He secretly picked up the scratch paper he had thrown away beside the trash can in the examination room, smoothed it and inserted it into the last page of the diary.
That is her only secret.
What she didn't know was that he had been moved earlier.
Later she went to another city to study at university.
But fate is so strange, Lin Yangcheng met the person he had always missed again.
He was a little taller than in high school, and his outline was a little deeper, but his gentle eyes were still the same as before. When he looked at her, he seemed to be looking at something very precious.
Some smells are unforgettable after you smell them once.
Some stories are as simple as the smell of mothballs in school uniforms.
Even when I can't smell it, I still miss you.
Concept: Love is like the smell of camphor on school uniforms. Even when I can't smell it, I still miss you.