One day, Yu Zhilan went to the noodle shop to pick up lunch. The cook and server was a stranger. The moment he saw her, he looked a little strange and stood there stunned for a while before stumbling through a recommendation for their half-price beef noodles that day. She remembered that this shop never offered discounts, and she didn't like beef noodles as much as she used to. So after hearing his pitch, she decisively ordered the pork noodles instead. The boy across from her froze again. About ten seconds later, he started cooking the noodles. Yu Zhilan stared out the door for a long time. It was still raining, a steady drizzle. She had no umbrella, but she didn't want to eat in the shop either. Just before the cook handed her the takeout, he called out, "Hey, classmate." His voice was quiet, and Yu Zhilan looked at him again. The server was good-looking, with fair skin, thick brows, and deep-set eyes, like the male lead in a comic she'd been reading lately. After Yu Zhilan ran back to her dorm with her lunch, she realized the cook might be a novice, or perhaps not all there. The utensils he'd given her were a ceramic spoon and a pair of chopsticks that weren't disposable. From their color and material, she could just make out that these were the shop owner's personal chopsticks. No normal person would pack food with utensils like that. Thinking of the boy's nervous, slightly bashful expression, Yu Zhilan figured she'd met an inexperienced newcomer. What she didn't expect was to run into him again a few days later at her tutoring center, where this time he turned out to be her tutor.
Theme: Even on a brilliant summer day, there are places sunlight cannot reach. Even a faint summer flame is still a light.
