On the day of the opening ceremony, Shen Zhao stood on the edge of the rooftop and heard a cold voice from behind: "Classmate, your shoelaces have come loose." The moment he turned around, Zhou Yu'an, the top student who ranked first in the overall exam, rushed over and grabbed him, and the two fell onto the air mattress together - but Zhou Yu'an's right hand was forever stuck in the X-ray of that day.
Three months later, when Zhou Yu'an, who was transferred to another class, struggled to press the piano keys with his left hand, no one told him that his new deskmate was the person he saved but ruined his dream. Shen Zhao clutched the crumpled three-year love letter in his pocket, looked at the unfamiliar but polite smile of the other party, and suddenly smiled: "Classmate Zhou, do you want to try double bombing?"
The notes of the left and right hands intertwined in the dusk classroom, and the score secretly adapted by Shen Zhao concealed all the unspeakable confessions. But when Zhou Yu'an finally remembered the stares on the rooftop, Shen Zhao's father was slapping the check on the bedside of the ward: "Classmate Zhou, which one do you choose between your mother's leukemia and my son's future?"
At this moment, the admission letter from the International Conservatory of Music lay quietly in Zhou Yuan's schoolbag, and the doctor's latest diagnosis said "permanent nerve damage in the right hand." He looked at the body heat left by Shen Zhao on the keys, and suddenly understood that some pieces of music were destined to be incomplete in order to be moving - just like this sweet and painful pas de deux in youth.
Purpose: Pure friendship grows in youth campus
