In Class 1 of Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School, there are always two extreme people sitting there.
Lin Zhixia is the cool scholar who has been at the top of the list all year round. He is pale, quiet, and taciturn. He locks himself in a corner by the window, like an isolated island that no one dares to approach. No one knows that he hides severe depression, hides the breakdown of being unable to sleep all night, hides the fear of not being close to others, lives in a world without light, and even breathes with caution and exhaustion. He was alive, just holding on, not daring to fall, just swallowing all the pain deep in his heart.
Jiang Yubai is the dazzling and warm young sun, his grades are closely followed, he is cheerful and gentle, his smile has a clean pear dimple, and he brings light wherever he goes. He saw through Lin Zhixia's fragility under the ice at a glance, and despite everyone's surprise, he insisted on sitting next to the lonely boy, becoming his first tablemate in two years.
There is no earth-shattering redemption, only the company of a steady stream.
He blocked rumors for him, hid his embarrassment for him, left a light for him late at night, and gently held the tenderness of the world in front of him.
He didn't reveal his illness, didn't force him to be strong, didn't despise his darkness, he just waited quietly, waiting for him to let go of his guard, waiting for him to be willing to raise his head, waiting for him to dare to believe that he was worthy of being loved.
When the summer wind blows through the tops of the sycamore trees, when the sun finally shines into the closed door of the heart,
The boy who lived in the darkness was finally pulled toward the world little by little by his little sun.
"You don't have to be perfect, you don't have to be strong, you don't have to pretend to be happy."
"In front of me, you can be vulnerable, you can be sad, and you can rely on me with peace of mind."
A high school crush that goes both ways, a gentle and healing soul redemption.
I come to you not with sympathy or pity, but because I like you. From the first moment I saw you, I wanted to keep you safe throughout your life.
Purpose: I have always loved writing articles since junior high school. I started to learn my hobby and wrote a lot. I thought it would be a pity to read it alone, so I updated it for fun.