When he was sixteen years old, Jiang Han searched for a long time on the class list before he found his name - a full eight lines away from Zhou Yeqing.
He is always number one, and she is the last person who steps on the line and squeezes into the key classes. The girl's self-esteem was as thin as a layer of paper, which would break if she poked it, but she just took this piece of paper and wrote his name one stroke at a time in countless corners where she studied in the evening.
Later, she started to make up lessons, started to answer questions, and started to memorize words in the morning light at five o'clock in the morning. It wasn't because he looked back at her - it was because the idea of wanting to stand by his side made the ordinary days suddenly light up.
From the fourth to last line to the first line, she walked for three full years. The cruelest and gentlest thing about youth is that when you finally reach the star, you find that it has already fallen into your hands, warm and real, with the clumsy and solemn weight of a young man.
You are all the expectations I write on the edge of the scratch paper, every night I survive, and the only light when I climb up from the abyss.
Purpose: Cherish your youth and love yourself