Lin Zhiyan is best at pretending.
Pretend to be cheerful, pretend to be strong, pretend to say "it doesn't matter" to all the shortcomings and perfunctory things. He hid his true self so deeply that only his mother could pry open a crack through questioning.
Until he met Lu Ci.
His new deskmate is good at writing compositions and can explain mathematics clearly. He doesn't smile much, but his eyes narrow every time he smiles. After school, I walked around half of the town to see him home, saying "on the way".
Lu Ci never asked further questions. Don't ask why he always says "nothing", don't ask the art classroom
What was he thinking about that dusk when he was alone there. He just stayed quietly next to him. Say "The auxiliary lines are drawn at the intersections" when he is stuck, and "Someone is here now" when he is scared.
Lin Zhiyan found that he didn't need to smile in front of this person. Don't think about what to say next. There is no need to add "really" after "it's okay" from "taking the county high school exam together" to "taking the Beijing exam together"
', from the river embankment of a small town in Zhejiang to the big
It took them six years to learn Ginkgo Avenue. In the past six years, there have been youthful trials, clumsy frictions, and a family storm triggered by a painting. When the father rushed over at the Hundred Days Oath-taking Ceremony clutching the painting, the two teenagers were pushed in front of everyone.
"Last time you said I could be bad in front of you. Then you can be bad in front of me. "
From being caught to learning to catch the other person.
The evening breeze on the river embankment, the starry sky in the painting, and the three words grandma wrote in pencil on the back of the photo frame - good. All roads lead here.
Concept: This is a story about "waiting" and "being seen"