I was a freshman at an engineering university, wearing a plaid shirt and carrying a water bottle. I had never been in love. In my first high-level mathematics class, a girl from the School of Management named Lin Qi sat next to me. She was pretty and cute. From then on, every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday became my happy days. But I only dared to look at her silently from a distance, and didn't even have the courage to ask for her contact information.
Through Renren, I finally added her and helped her solve advanced math problems as a "mathematical genius". She failed a class during the winter vacation, and I offered to return to school early to make up classes for her. Those four days were the happiest time for me - she brought a box of strawberries every day, we drank coffee together, and watched her smile and frown up close.
Now I recall it with bitterness and sweetness. The heartbeat and timidity at that time have all faded into the past. This article is the only one to commemorate the past and my youth.
Purpose: Using the "unfinished" youth secret love as the starting point, it writes about the cowardice, self-movement and final reconciliation of ordinary people in their growth.