When Zheng Yu'an was fourteen years old, he was transferred to the position in front of Chen Xinghe.
He was the first to "see" her. He would hand her an unscrewed bottle of warm water when she was squatting on the edge of the playground after running 800 meters to catch her breath. She would also say seriously "You sing beautifully" after she hummed softly. She began to secretly collect the comics he drew, the notes he wrote, and the candy wrappers wrapped in frosting. She hid the words "I like you" every time she looked back and in every strawberry candy wrapper.
Later, when she heard that he liked the English class representative, she quietly backed away. Later, a letter found by his class teacher changed him from a sunny boy to a prickly hedgehog. He sat in the corner of the last row and began to bully her to get her attention - knocking off the water glass, pulling her hair, going through her schoolbag, and almost uncovering the secret she had hidden for a long time.
She stood up and questioned him. He was silent for the whole class, and then inserted a piece of paper torn from the edge of the scratch paper: "I'm sorry, I just didn't want you to ignore me."
From that day on, she brought three loaves of bread to school every day. One for my best friend, one for myself, and one for him.
In the third year of junior high school, she started learning basketball because he looked good when playing. During the summer vacation, I practiced shooting against the chalk circles on the wall, and wondered what he was doing every sultry evening. They spent a short time together in the summer after the high school entrance examination. He put his hand on the back of her hand, gave her half of the earphones, and said, "I want to stay with you." Then high school started and they went to different schools.
This is a story about clumsy tenderness. Nothing was revealed, but the candy wrappers, sticky notes, meat floss bread, and the scratched basketball were all evidence.
Concept: Hidden in the candy wrapper are all the secrets of the girl