That summer, the cicadas were chirping. In September, Chen Shiyi's seat was in the second to last row, by the window. He only joined this group of energetic fresh graduates after he failed the big exam in June. The gloominess on his body was incompatible with the brightness of this classroom. Strange tables and chairs, strange faces, he shrunk himself into a speck of dust in the corner. Until Lin Xiaoqi appeared.
She is not light, but she is harder to ignore than light - she is the kind of girl who wears old school uniforms and always straightens her back when sitting down. The noise around her seemed to be separated from her by a glass cover. When others were laughing and laughing, she would just quietly flip through the book, occasionally raising her eyes, her eyes as calm as water. Chen Shiyi watched through the crowd, but Lin Xiaoqi's quiet determination could easily penetrate the fog in his heart and cast stones on the dead lake. He began to pay attention to the intervals between her pen turns, which was a restrained rhythm without any delay; he noticed the corners of her textbooks - there were no curls like others, only flat creases; what made his heart palpitate the most was the way she looked in a daze, with the shadows of her eyelashes hanging motionless, like a still life painting.
Secret love is a silent snow, covering the heart and mind quietly. During the last evening self-study, there was heavy fog outside the window. Chen Shiyi was staring at her silhouette reflected on the glass, and Lin Xiaoqi suddenly turned her face sideways. She didn't smile, she just looked at him. Her voice was not high, but it could be clearly heard through the sound of turning books: "Chen Shiyi, your name is so easy to remember. What about after the National Day?"
He squeezed the pen barrel, his knuckles turned white. The fog blurs the window...
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Purpose: 1. Healing: "We are each other's "halftime""