In the late autumn of seventeen years old, in the third grade of high school, in a bustling sea of people, Yunxiao, a reclusive and taciturn scholar, and Qin Mo, a meek and reserved top student, unexpectedly became the front and back desk.
The two were originally two parallel lines that never intersected.
One has always kept himself frozen, watching the bustle of the world with a cold eye; the other is habitually sensible and tolerant, gentle but with his own barriers. They are equally lonely, enduring their own long winter in a corner where no one can see them.
The first encounter was unremarkable, just a brief encounter when I bent down to pick up a pen.
But from that day on, the world that had been frozen for many years by the cold scholar quietly opened a gap for the boy at the front table.
In the eyes of others, Yunxiao is cold, distant and careless, but he makes every exception for Qin Mo.
Silently blocking out the disturbance for him, quietly accommodating all his little habits, silently accompanying him to answer questions in self-study class, walking silently with him in the evening breeze, hiding all the tenderness that I would never give to others in my silent preference.
Qin Mo is sensitive and delicate, testing and falling every step of the way.
He grew up in a long period of low self-esteem and lack of love, and was never firmly favored by anyone. It wasn't until he met Yunxiao that he realized that someone could hide tenderness in his eyes, put his preference in details, and catch all his uneasiness.
The young man is restrained and forbearing in his thoughts, but the undercurrent is quietly surging.
They accompanied each other during the piled-up test papers and the rush of senior year, and healed each other in countless silent dusk and late night.
The desolation of the old years is all in the cold winter. When I meet you, the world becomes warm and the cold nights end.
Two lonely teenagers redeem each other and run in both directions, from youthful school uniforms to years and years.
It turns out that all the gentle scenes in the rest of my life were given to me by you, the new spring.
Intention: Lonely people are each other's light, meeting at a young age heals the rest of life, and leads to long-lasting tenderness with two-way redemption.