"The Lonely Island Holds the Crop"

Throughout the second year of high school, Feng knew that they were peeking at each other. Leng Zhaohe is an isolated island with no wind all year round. He is cool and self-possessed, taciturn and restrained. He is the proud man who stands at the top and never bows his head. Ling Jinluo is a gentle and gentle Feng He, gentle and restrained, silent in mind. She is the second one who will always stand side by side with him. They are the school's default twin gods, the most suitable rivals, they are classmates who live together day and night, they are youths who have been ranked side by side countless times, looked at each other, and tacitly avoided each other. Thousands of peripheral visions met in the classroom, countless shoulder-to-shoulder pauses in the corridor. Both of them had their hot and cowardly young hearts, which they hid too deeply and endured for too long. The reserve of young people is a high wall that spans the four seasons. Afraid of being sentimental, afraid of breaking the balance, afraid that if the window is broken, even the qualification to be side by side will no longer exist. So they chose to remain silent. Press your heartbeat into the exercise book, hide it in the evening breeze, and bury it in the dusk of countless stares. The isolated island stands there year after year, and the evening breeze rushes to it year after year. He waited for him to take the initiative, and he waited for him to be brave. At the end, midsummer comes to an end and graduation ends. The whole two-way secret love that no one knows about, It is a pity that youth ends in vain. ——The wind came and the crops grew, but the lonely island never opened its mouth. ——They went both ways, but never really had it. [Full text slow-burning | Extreme forbearance | Two-way secret love | Clean campus | Ending BE] All the grand heartbeats stop at the young man and return to the sea of people. Intention: The heartbeat of youth is limited by forbearance and cowardice, and the two-way deep love eventually turns into regret of youth, interpreting the tenderness, incompleteness and unsolvable sadness in growing up.