Su Wancheng never thought that on the first day after dividing arts and sciences in her sophomore year of high school, a late boy would walk past her, bringing a mint-like breath and a long and tender secret love.
Lin Yuzhou, a well-known science guru in his first year of high school, won the provincial first prize in physics competitions and was a frequent visitor with perfect scores in mathematics, but he inexplicably chose liberal arts. He was cold, talkative, and a loner, but in the first week of school he remembered that she looked back at the blackboard three times, tilted the umbrella toward her on a rainy day until half of his shoulders were soaked, and held her hand tightly under the night sky of meteor showers.
From the front and back tables to the tablemates, from borrowing notes to holding hands, from the ginkgo trees flying on the mountain top in autumn to the spring breeze blowing in the rapeseed fields, from sharing an umbrella during the rainy season to the "good night" text message late at night - every inch of their proximity is like the summer in a small southern town, warm but not ostentatious, humid but willing.
However, no one pierced the thin layer of window paper.
She said: "Next time it rains, let's hold this umbrella together."
He said: "I want to watch the meteor shower with you in the future."
The love of youth is like this, hidden in a tilted umbrella, hidden in the gaze of the escort, hidden in the "I'll talk about it later" that he hesitates to say. When the cicadas stop chirping, summer will end, but those heartbeats about you will live on in every cycle of seasons.
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