The summer of my senior year in high school was as long as an endless math paper.
Wen Zhixia's life was neither hurried nor slow, her grades were neither good nor bad, her temper was neither arrogant nor impetuous. Others were buried in a sea of questions and scrambling for time. She always liked to use her peripheral vision to quietly fall on the back diagonally in front of her.
Lu Yan is recognized by the whole class as a sloppy and poor student. His report card is always at the bottom. He is distracted in class and does his homework poorly.
Everyone felt that he could not hold up the wall with mud, but she was the only one who knew that.
It was he who bent down to pick up the neglected waste paper in the aisle, who squatted under the shade of a tree to break bread and feed it to stray cats, who was scolded by his teacher in public and yet remained gentle and magnanimous, without even a hint of vindictiveness.
He was the cleanest and most honest young man in the chaotic high school.
This secret love was quiet from the beginning.
It was the faint fragrance of soap locust when we passed each other in the corridor, it was the fingertips that bent down to help her pick up books on a rainy day, it was the footsteps of the two of them sweeping the floor side by side when the sunset filled the classroom.
She didn't look forward to getting closer or asking for a response. Just like she preferred the evening breeze, she quietly preferred Lu Yan.
Until the sudden heavy rain, he stood in front of her holding a black umbrella and said in a clear voice: "On the way, I will see you off."
The wind carried the raindrops and fell on her shoulders, and she suddenly realized it.
It turns out that the tenderness of the young man was never just hidden in her peripheral vision.
Intention: Work hard regardless of track, and do not belittle any choice.