On the day I transferred to No. 1 Middle School in the provincial capital, I was placed next to the number one student in my grade.
He slept in class and never handed in homework, yet he finished 40 points behind the second best student in the monthly exam. The whole class is afraid of him, and I am no exception.
Until one day, there was a carton of milk in the hole in his desk - I put it there.
He didn't ask or say thank you.
The next day, there was an extra box in the hole in my desk.
None of us pierced the window paper. During the entire senior year of high school, we just relied on a box of milk every day to say "good morning".
After the college entrance examination, I deleted all his contact information. I think he is in Tsinghua University and I am in a regular university. We are not from the same world.
Three years later my novel won an award and I went to Beijing to receive it. He sat in the first row of the audience and looked at me.
His eyes were red.
He said: "Lin Zhi, you always make decisions for me."
He said: "Then tell me, what have I been in these three years?"
He said: "I regret not telling you earlier in my senior year of high school——"
"I've liked you. Since the day you put in your first carton of milk."
Intention: Recall the beauty of youth again