The sun is shining brightly. The summer breeze blows. The rustling leaves are mottled with light and shadow.
Third grade classroom.
Two children were sitting on a bench.
The girl was as beautiful as a porcelain doll, her deer-like eyes carefully watching the boy beside her, her palms soaked with sweat.
The boy didn't seem to notice the girl's gaze, and just directed the remaining classmates in the classroom to sweep the floor.
Dust is flying.
Perhaps at that moment, the innocent heart didn't know that the boy would get up and leave, or that the girl would leave, or that the girl would forget her love for the boy, or that the boy would avoid his eyes.
But in the end, the tender emotions of childhood are frozen here, as beautiful as a dream...
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