The system brought Yang Qing'an back to her senior year of high school, which was full of excitement and challenges. She came to the seaside town of Breeze and Hexi, and met the perfect boy in the book. She must complete the unfinished goals in the original book before she can return to the real world.
[Before the last English class in the morning, Teacher Yang walked into the classroom early, but did not start teaching. He just sat quietly on the stage and looked at the students. Yang Qing'an and Xia Yinglu, who had been silent, finally broke the ice because of Qing'an's words: "Xia Yinglu, let's play a game."
Obviously, Xia Yinglu's face was filled with questions again, but he still replied, "Okay, what game?"
Yang Qing'an's plan that she had been planning all morning was about to come out. Her smile was never concealed, it was bright and moving. "You promise me this before you even know what game to play?" She asked.
"Because you won't harm me." There was determination in his eyes. Even though this trust was groundless, they were just classmates who had known each other for less than a day.
"That's not necessarily true..." She rolled her eyes, "Then first open your hand and spread your fingers apart." After the boy complied, Yang Qing'an moved his hand above his and murmured: "Why is your hand so much bigger than mine?" It seemed that it was really bigger than the palm of his hand.
In an instant, she twisted her hand at a slight angle and leaned forward, directly interlocking her fingers. However, she was not shameless and not afraid of death. She was still not used to physical contact with boys, so her face turned red quickly, and boys were no exception.
In the youth hidden in fallen leaves, she gradually understood the meaning of youth, and stepped into the boy's inner world to open his heart.
"The reason why this book is called "Youth Hidden in Fallen Leaves" is essentially because the two met in September when the fallen leaves were falling in the golden autumn, and the object of this secret love was not as hot as summer, nor as mild as spring, but like the chill of autumn, blowing like a cold wind. This is what makes him unique."
If she has the ability, she will use enough love to warm the boy like autumn, and make the most appropriate choice between books and reality.
I will always miss my youth hidden in fallen leaves, and those times that I cannot go back to.
Intention: Please use enough love to warm the world and the people around you who love you.