The wind in the senior year of high school was always wrapped in the scent of test papers. Su Wan sat in the third row by the window, so accustomed to being quiet that she was ignored. Until the transfer student Jiang Yu sat next to her - his brows were sharp and his bones were clear and sharp, like a bone that had been polished by the wind.
He would point out the key steps when she was stuck on a question, hold up her coat for her when she was sleepy, and hold the umbrella above her head on rainy days, leaving half of his shoulders soaked in the rain. All the tenderness is hidden in the details, unobtrusive and unobtrusive, like the evening breeze quietly falling on the brow bone.
From the secret love that I dare not say out loud, to walking side by side during evening self-study, from the scratch paper on the corner of the desk, to watching the sunset side by side after the college entrance examination. It turns out that the best encounter is when my heartbeat that I had hidden for half a season was finally seen by you.
Purpose: To use the secret love of the third year of high school as a carrier to write about the delicate and restrained emotions and growth of young people, and to convey the warm core of "gentleness will be seen, and sincerity will eventually be responded to".