The light at six o'clock in the morning was still thin.
Chen Yi was the only one in the classroom.
There are a few lines of words lying on the blackboard - about Lin Sheng, dirty and written with force. Those strokes grinned on the gray-green board.
Chen Yi picked up the eraser.
One time. One time. One time.
Chalk dust fell on her sleeves, like a miniature snow that fell only on her body.
She didn't know that there was a pair of eyes looking at her through the gap in the back door.
Little did she know that those eyes would edit her actions of wiping the blackboard into a completely opposite story.
——Those words were written by her. I said wipe it off because I felt guilty.
This is a story about a group of people.
Some of them stood in the light, some leaned against the wall, some were misunderstood, and some chose to remain silent.
There is a desk, an aisle, and an entire adolescence between them.
But there are always moments when the gaze transcends those distances and falls on another person.
Watch, protect, or just wait from afar.
The story begins that morning. It starts with a snow that no one knows about.
Concept: Campus life, sour and positive energy