Three years ago, Xu Nanan was laughed at in public by a group of boys because of his indiscriminate tongue. She poured a bottle of ice water on the face of Yu Huai, who was leading the laughter, then transferred to school and left.
Three years later, as a transfer student, she walked into the classroom of Class 3, Grade 1, Beicheng No. 1 Middle School, and recognized the boy in the white shirt who had posted the seating chart at first sight. Yu Huai. He has grown taller, his jawline has become sharper, and the red tips of his ears are exactly the same as three years ago.
They became classmates. She sat diagonally behind him, and her hat was blown to his feet by the wind during military training. When he bent down, he caught a glimpse of the crescent birthmark on the back of her neck. It was exactly the same as the one on the back of his neck.
Two bottles of ice water, a birthmark, an apology letter that was written in three drafts but not sent, and two people who refused to speak first.
The scorching sun of military training could not dry up old scores, but it quietly evaporated some things. She discovered that he would subconsciously block the sun for her on the basketball court. He discovered that her smile was actually very shallow and light, as if she was afraid of disturbing anyone. During the singing competition, someone was teasing her to sing solo. He rushed to the stage to grab the microphone: "She lost her voice, I will take over."
That night she put a bottle of ice water next to his pillow: "I'll give you back the bottle from three years ago."
Later, they walked out from the shadow of the locust tree and stood side by side under the stars on the playground. Someone asked him why the tips of his ears were always red, and he said it was because of heat. But the air conditioner in September was as cold as an ice cellar. He couldn't lie to her or himself.
A school story about reunion, reconciliation and the secret of birthmarks. It turns out that some encounters are not coincidences, it is time that collects the water that was thrown away drop by drop, and boils it again to make a pot of tea.
The warm sun shines, and youth never fades away.
Concept: Some guilt has been left to dry for three years. It will not deteriorate. It will only dry into a small, crisp piece of courage. When someone squats down to pick up the book for you, it will shatter all over the floor with a light touch. Then the two people squatted next to the broken past. You looked at me and I looked at you. No one said anything, but they both knew that the ice had melted and spring was coming.