Lin Zhi's diary was read publicly at the flag-raising ceremony.
The three thousand people in the school burst into laughter listening to those sentences "I hate Shen Xingye".
And Shen Xingye - the Shen Xingye who has been scolded for two years, "Shen Xingye wore white short-sleeves today, with a drop of blue ink on the cuffs. I hate that she even wears school uniforms like she is in a pictorial" -
He squatted in front of her and asked something that no one expected:
"The page was torn out on September 3rd. What did you write?"
Lin Zhi didn't dare to tell the truth at that time.
On September 3rd, Shen Xingye squatted in the corner of the rooftop and cried. Lin Zhi stood behind her for forty minutes, not even daring to say "Don't cry."
Later, Shen Xingye moved in as her deskmate and put a carton of milk on her desk every day.
Later, the whole school spread the news that "Shen Xingye is crazy and sits next to his enemies."
Later, Lin Zhi discovered that Shen Xingye's mother was the one who burned down her family's workshop three years ago.
Lin Zhi pushed the milk back: "There is no need to deliver it in the future."
Shen Xingye tore open the tin foil and raised his head to finish the drink, with milk stains on the corners of his lips.
She said: "I atone for myself. I like you - from the first day you wrote in the diary, I knew you liked me."
In the summer when I was seventeen, hate and love used the same dictionary.
The same goes for accessing it: stare at it, remember every inch, and you can't escape even if you close your eyes.
Concept: Hate is the closest love. Only those who dare to face hate deserve love.