From beginning to end, this is a one-man show. From junior high school to high school, experiencing the ups and downs of friendship, the joy and disappointment of feeling secretly in love, and the separation of growing up as a person, these are all participated from the perspective of "I", and both good and bad are judged by "I". There is no vigor and brilliance, just plain time that is as tasteless as boiled water. This is my youth.
"Pingjiang, you are so selfish." Whenever Yan Pingjiang looked at the people around her laughing and joking, these words would ring in her ears, pulling her out of this situation and suddenly waking up. Sitting in the lively classroom, she was like a palette that added a rich color to the laughter and laughter of the group. She was not alone, she thought. She immersed herself in writing his name on the scratch paper and wrapped it tightly with her hands to block the light that wanted to pry into the secret. Suddenly, she seemed to realize something and hurriedly crossed it out with a pen. Layer after layer, the thin paper seemed to be punctured by her.
She and he had no beginning or end in the end, but who would have thought that in those nameless days, they would amaze someone else.
Intention: In the days when we are unknown, we are worthy.