When Yi Jia made up her mind to say goodbye to her childhood sweetheart, she learned that she was assigned to the same class as the one she longed for.
She felt like everything was an unreal dream.
She didn't want to follow alone and bravely, but she couldn't hold back the undercurrent of her thoughts.
Liu Jingyu was the light of her student days and the direction for which she worked tirelessly.
The light and shadow were blurred, and she didn't dare to reach out, fearing that it would fall apart if she touched it.
She will always remember the boy's appearance and all the tenderness he gave her.
"You already got the first place in the exam, I have to work hard to catch up with you."
"How can I coax you when you hide in the women's restroom?"
"Don't cry. The worst I can do is print our class information for you every day."
"You came all the way just to give me a candy? Bring more next time."
"Did you hear me leaning on the door rail to cheer you on? Even the security guard can't catch me."
"This contains my student number, which I only told you. It's the only one."
It was a memory that made her heart beat. It was the ginkgo forest rustling in the wind in late autumn, and it was an oil painting with blurred colors, mottled and beautiful.
Purpose: To commemorate the heartbeat of youth