Ling Qiu, who was forced to study in Xujia Middle School, fell in love with Xiao Mu who was wearing a mask and was sitting in the third row from the bottom. Maybe it was because Xiao Mu's eyes were too gentle that Ling Qiu fell for it. Xiao Mu's tenderness was unknown to Ling Qiu, but Xiao Mu's details and preferences were left to Ling Qiu. Maybe Ling Qiu, a fan of the authorities, couldn't see it. Ling Qiu's band-aids were not only given to Xiao Mu, but only Xiao Mu's band-aids had peaches on them. Ling Qiu was gone, and the last trace of humanity was gone in Xiao Mu's eyes. Maybe it was because Xiao Mu's preference was not obvious and Ling Qiu couldn't feel it, or maybe Ling Qiu was too timid to express his love.
Xiao Mu's love is hidden in his eyes, very deep and very shallow, so deep that he can only see Ling Qiu, but so shallow that Ling Qiu can't see it.
The sad thing is that Ling Qiu is not Sang Zhi, and Xiao Mu is not Duan Jiaxu
Ling Qiu hid her love for Xiao Mu in her scratch paper full of mathematical formulas. There were too many mathematical formulas for Xiao Mu to see.
"Xiao Mu, Xiao Mu, you know how many times I want to say those four words to you, but I'm too timid. I'm afraid that if I say it, we won't even be friends."
"Ling Qiu, why did they all see it and why couldn't you see it?"
Purpose: If you like it, pursue it and don't let your youth have any regrets