Classes in Grade 1 (Grade 3) were always noisy, and Lin Wei always thought that she and the quiet top student in the back row were on two parallel lines, until an accidental misunderstanding caused her to see through the other side of him hidden under his calm exterior.
Club recruitment, evening self-study tutoring, the evening breeze on the way home from school, the two people who had nothing in common began to get close to each other in daily life. She had seen the desk lamp he used to study questions until late at night. He had seen the way she frowned at the difficult questions, and he had seen the light in her eyes when she was surrounded by friends and laughed.
Misunderstandings and jealousy disturbed the young man's mood, and the banter between friends caused ambiguity to spread in the air. Some people hide their love in the notes they hand over, and some people hide their heartbeat in the pretense of inadvertently looking back.
The summer wind carries the fragrance of gardenias, and the teenagers' confessions include clumsy temptations and sincerity that has been hidden for a long time. It turns out that the most beautiful sound is never the noise during class, but the heartbeat you hear every time you get close.
Purpose: To record the tenderness and courage that run in both directions in youth