The classroom is always filled with chalk dust, and mountains of test papers weigh down two desks that are very close to each other. The young man did not dare to openly write down his worries on his homework book, so he had to write them densely on discarded scrap paper.
Xu Ye has a flamboyant and dazzling personality and is a presence that can be seen in the crowd at a glance; Meng Yang is quiet and reserved, and is used to hiding all his emotions quietly. There were no direct confessions during class. What was handed over were scraps of paper filled with calculation steps and details hidden in the corners.
Countless scraps of paper accumulate the unknown heartbeats. In the midsummer with the noisy cicadas, we briefly look at each other as we pass each other in the corridor, and we secretly meet each other in the corner of our eyes during evening self-study. All the unspoken likes fall into the gaps between scrawled numbers and blank spaces.
Separated by a desk, they hide a tenderness that they dare not express aloud throughout their youth. Those crumpled pieces of scrap paper that are reluctant to throw away are the secret youthful feelings that belong to the two of them.
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