Two teenagers, in the summer when the cicadas were at their peak, folded their thoughts into pages but never sent them out.
Cheng Rui is like the green radish by the south window of the classroom, quietly branching out, and her notes are as neat as print; Fang Que is like the empty basketball court after school, and the sound of sneakers scraping the ground always has a hint of recklessness. On the first day of the first year of high school, Fang pushed the overturned ink bottle under Cheng Rui's desk. Cheng Rui wiped it silently and handed over a piece of draft paper folded into an ark - which became the first unsigned letter between them.
For three years, they shared a pair of headphones and listened to the same song. When Fang Queze failed in the math test, Cheng Tui silently pushed through the exercise book full of problem-solving steps; during the week when Cheng Tui's father was hospitalized, Fang Queze put warm soy milk in the basket of his bicycle every morning, with tiny droplets of water condensing on the wall of the cup. They often went to the rooftop of the old teaching building. The iron door creaked open, and the wind filled the hems of their shirts. Fang Que talked about his dream of becoming a photographer, while Cheng Rui lowered his head to repair his always-broken film camera - the lens cover opened and closed, the shutter clicked loudly, but no one pressed the decisive moment.
On the eve of graduation, Cheng Wei discovered the sketches that Fang Queze had secretly drawn in the past three years on the mezzanine of his old school bag: the profile of the face in the self-study class, the back view of sharing an umbrella on a rainy day, and the repeatedly traced hands folded on the rooftop railing. He did not open the letter on the title page of "The Collection of Birds", but put it, together with half a piece of rubber and a rusty paper clip, into the canvas bag given to him by Fang Queze.
Youth may not point to the answer,
But some light only really shines because it shines on the other person.
Have you ever tried to spend three years carefully memorizing the shadow cast by a person's eyelashes when he lowers his head?
Intention: Youth can only be achieved by not forgetting the original intention, and the attachment that is far away in the horizon