Ever since the man who always loved squatting under the sycamore tree to pick up flower petals left, he has become accustomed to living alone - skipping classes and going to the suburbs, being cold-faced to everyone, and even the flowerpot on the window sill has been empty for a whole year. Until the day when the Ark came around, with the smell of sunshine, I put the picked leaves on his textbook, gently handing them to him like a strange warmth.
Ark is reckless. I will apply to live on campus just to be closer to him, I will remember that he doesn't like to eat coriander, I will dig through the wrong question papers to the edges just to find an excuse to talk. He is like a tree growing into the light. No matter how cold the shell of Qi Qiao's "iceberg" is, he stands by it persistently and uses a clumsy and straightforward way to crack open the cracks bit by bit.
Qi Qiao is awkward. He says "It's none of your business", but he will put the leaves handed by the other party into the textbook; he says "Don't follow me", but he can't help but correct the other party when he makes a mistake. The softness hidden under the indifference, and the care that was deliberately ignored, slowly appeared in collisions - like the replanted flower on the windowsill, quietly spreading its petals when no one was paying attention.
This is not a "rescue" story. Just two teenagers, like two trees slowly approaching each other, in the moonlight under the locust tree, in their own way, they learned to turn "loneliness" into "companionship".
Purpose: Inspirational