From the front and back tables to the rest of my life, Mondays and cold days will eventually become each other's four seasons.
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In my freshman year of high school, Yi Yi casually grabbed a boy's sleeve in the corridor and said, "Classmate, can you call someone for me?"
She didn't remember his face, but he remembered her dimples.
Later, the liberal arts and sciences classes were divided into classes, and he became her back desk.
It took him three years to write "Monday" all over the sketch paper; it took her three years to draw "Jiang Han" all over the sketchbook.
In the past three years, they have talked a lot, borrowed pens many times, and talked about many topics. Only the words "I like you" were spoken by no one.
The day after he received the college entrance examination admission notice, he finally handed her the words he had hidden for three years: "Monday, I like you."
Later, they went to Beijing University together. He studied computer science and she studied design. He stayed with her doing homework until late at night, and she occupied a seat in the library for him.
He changed from "back desk" to "boyfriend", and she changed from "front desk" to "girlfriend".
Their youth is not vigorous, only slow and steady.
It's the three years at the front and back desk, the four years on the university campus, and every journey we've taken together.
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Jiang Han: "You are the hour hand and I am the minute hand. We are destined to be together."
Monday: "I am willing to be you for the rest of my life."
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[Cold-Faced Academic Master✖️Vibrant Girl] Front and back tables, two-way crush × school uniforms to wedding dresses, sour and sweet, healing and warm.
Intention: Go in both directions and grow side by side.
