Ning Chen and Qi Shi are like two parallel lines.
During the summer vacation when she was in high school, she noticed him for the first time in the preparatory class. He lent her an umbrella without even remembering who she was.
We were in the same class in the first grade of high school, and we traveled together on duty every day, and we became familiar with each other day by day. In the classroom, he never gets close, for fear of gossiping. She changed his school uniform name tag, and he passed on his smiley face bookmark - that was her lightest and heaviest secret during the three years of high school.
In the second grade of high school, he was in the first class of science and she was in the last class of liberal arts. The two classes are next to each other, separated by a wall. She saw another girl next to him, but he didn't explain and she didn't ask.
Then got blocked. We met in the corridor and felt like strangers.
After the college entrance examination, the two stayed in the same city and never met again. On the day of graduation, he fumbled for the second button on his school uniform for a long time, but in the end he didn't pull it off.
She thought that some people would never meet again once they were separated. Until one night in college, she passed by the school night market. Ning Chen walked through the crowd and was still breathing.
"I came to your school to visit the night market," he said, "it's not a coincidence."
Two parallel lines, after walking for three years, finally reached the intersection.
Idea: Two parallel lines will also intersect, as long as you wait long enough. And all the roads we have passed and the hearts we have exchanged are all part of youth.