Xu Qing

In Nancheng No. 1 Middle School, a sophomore in high school, there is always a loner. Chen Zhiyu is recognized by the whole school as the flower of the high mountain. He has been ranked first in his grade all year round. He is aloof and taciturn and has an indifferent nature. He was used to doing homework alone, finishing school alone, and spending all the quiet and long time alone. His world is windless and waveless all year round, quiet and desolate, like an isolated island with snow falling all year round, not waiting for anyone to approach, and no one ever dares to disturb it. Everyone thought that he was born cold, did not need company, and was born to spend his long youth alone. Until the transfer student He Yanxu arrived and gently fell into his desolate world. He Yansu was gentle and clean, with a gentle and relaxed temperament, and with just the right sense of proportion, he sat quietly next to Chen Zhiyu. He was never noisy, never abrupt, and never tried to please. He just used the gentlest and most restrained way to accommodate him, get close to him, and warm him day after day. The jacket that was quietly handed to me when it was cold, the complete draft that was silently pushed to me when I was brushing up on questions, the silent company that accompanied me during evening self-study, and the figure that subconsciously blocked my back in the cold wind. Others only saw them sitting quietly at the same table, with no interaction at all. Only they themselves know that the desks within easy reach are filled with hidden heartbeats that no one knows about. Few people know that He Yanxu's transfer to Nancheng No. 1 Middle School was never an accidental transfer. He had spent three years watching from a distance, crossing the sea of ​​people and time, just to get close to that isolated island that no one dared to touch. He restrained all his enthusiasm and hid all his thoughts, preferring to be the quietest deskmate, infiltrating Chen Zhiyu's lonely youth little by little, just so that he would no longer be alone. And Chen Zhiyu, who had always been emotionless and indifferent, was also quietly moved by his companionship day and night. He doesn't understand passionate liking or straightforward love. He will only look to his side subconsciously, quietly remember his tenderness, and acquiesce in him becoming the only exception in his youth in the deserted night breeze. Two restrained teenagers, a two-way silent secret love. No one declares it with their mouths, but they hide it in their hearts year after year. The evening breeze crosses the sea, and the young man talks about his youth. It turns out that the best youth is when I happen to have you in my silent years, accompanying me year after year, and it will last forever. Intention: Young people each shine brightly, save each other and grow up, work side by side in their ignorant youth, live up to their time, live up to their encounters, and become better selves.