The curtains were half-opened in the room, and sunlight filtered in through the folds, casting a few dazzling strips of light on the floor. The desk lamp on the desk was still on, and the warm yellow light mixed with the sunlight, making the air lazily dry.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
The sound of typing on the keyboard suddenly stopped. Xingyuan turned his office chair and slid over. The dense words on the screen were still flashing. She rested her chin on the back of the chair and stared at the sun-pierced sycamore leaf in Lin Yanhe's hand: "I have compiled the third chapter of this e-book, and I have no idea what the title is."
Lin Yanhe turned his head, with some sun rays still on his eyelashes: "What's the content?"
"Just... Some scattered stories," Xingyuan scratched his head, typed a book title box on the keyboard with his fingertips, and entered the word "unnamed", "Let's leave it like this for now. Most of the people in the story are nameless anyway."
The girl on the window sill didn't say anything, she just turned the sycamore leaf in the direction so that the light spot would fall on the screen of Xingyuan. Those two "unnamed" characters suddenly became hot in the sun.
Purpose: "Using 'nameless' as the anchor, we salvage the scattered but shining fragments of youth. Watching the two heroines in their creation and companionship, we discover the gentle power hidden in ordinary stories - it turns out that the thoughts and connections of the nameless people are the most touching footnotes of youth.