On the day of the second class placement, Lin Yu's fingertips were still hot when he saw Shen Qingyan at the door of the new class.
Last summer, they walked around the playground after evening study, exchanged kisses smelling of orange soda under the sycamore tree, and also had a sudden quarrel that shattered all their tenderness.
"Stop following me."
These were the last words Shen Qingyan left to Lin Yu, and after that, they became strangers for a whole year.
Now they are deskmates. The distance between the desks is so close that you can smell the familiar scent of soap locust on each other's bodies, but so far away that it feels like a whole youth has separated them. Lin Yu pretended to lower his head to answer questions, and Shen Qingyan deliberately avoided looking. However, those unspoken misunderstandings and hidden obsessions would always leak out at some moment - such as Shen Qingyan's frown when he blocked the flying basketball for him, or Lin Yu's subconscious hand over warm water when he had a fever.
Someone asked them if they knew each other, and both of them smiled and shook their heads. Only each other knew that those habits engraved in their bones and blood had never disappeared.
It is never easy to get back together again. Those scars are still there, and those regrets are still there. But when the teenagers are finally willing to let go of their pride and honestly say the words "I still like you", they understand:
It turns out that the best reunion is never to go back to the past, but to walk towards a better each other step by step with scars all over the body.
Intent:-"Reunion is not about going back to the past, but about getting closer to each other with scars."