In the second grade of high school, Qi Jibai met Xie Chuan.
One is like wind and the other is like water.
They are in perfect harmony - the guitar and bass can play the same song, and the WeChat messages under the desk hide unspoken feelings.
But there are some words that I just can't say.
We passed each other in the corridor and pretended not to notice. We asked questions in class and pretended not to understand. Summer is long, confession is short. This is a campus pure love that is sober and indulgent and stretched to the extreme. There is no big reason, only the name that you dare not say, and the eyes that finally met.
Intention: About two teenagers meeting each other at the best age, about the words that cannot be said and the heartbeat that cannot be hidden, about the ripples when wind and water meet - not all likes must have results, but all encounters are worth remembering.
