Summer Hook

Now that you're in, click to add it to your collection! Childhood Sweetheart+Two-way Secret Love+Hot-Blooded Group Portrait Everyone in Luochuan No. 1 Middle School said that Zhou Zhiheng and Song Shiwei were two parallel lines. One is the god of science, always standing at the top of the red list, with a bit of careless pride in his eyebrows, walking with a wind, and no one loves him when he puts on his headphones. One is a little white rabbit in liberal arts, who is so well-behaved that he is protected by a group of "brothers" who are sports students. His eyes turn into crescents when he smiles, and his voice is as soft as cotton candy. There is an entire corridor between them, an entire distance between science and liberal arts, and what everyone takes for granted - There's no intersection, it's impossible, don't think about it. —— Only Zhou Zhiheng himself knows. The same name was written all over the back of his scratch paper. Write it horizontally, write it vertically, write it in English, and spell it out with chemical element symbols. He figured out the most difficult physics final question and couldn't count how many times he had written "Song Shiwei". —— The raindrops were thin and woven diagonally into the halo of the street lamp. Song Shiwei sat by the window, with his knees together and his toes dangling in the air. Her parents were on a business trip again, and there were three greetings from "brothers" on her phone. She replied with "Oden" and then turned off the screen. People were coming and going outside the window, but she didn't see any of them. The high ponytail hangs down, and a few strands of hair are wet and stuck to the side of the face. There was a natural blush on her face, from her cheekbones to her ears, as pure as an unturned page of a book. A slender figure came from the rain curtain. The boy was carrying a sports bag, and the black earphone cord was wrapped around his ears, hanging from his open neckline, revealing his white collarbone. He raised his hand to push the door open, but suddenly paused—— Inside the glass door, a girl with a high ponytail was staring at the rain in a daze. She didn't notice him. She just looked at the rain, and her eyes seemed to contain rain that would never stop. He stood in the rain and watched for a long time. It wasn't until she lowered her head that he came back to his senses, lowered his eyes and touched his nose, feeling resentful. He took off his headphones, hung them around his neck, and opened the door. The wind chime on the door rang. Song Shi raised his head slightly, looked at him for half a second, then looked away and continued to look at her rain. Zhou Jingheng walked past her, took a bottle of water, stood behind the shelf, and glanced at her secretly across the potato chips and chocolates. The back of her head, her ponytail, her toes dangling in the air. He unscrewed the cap and took a sip. The water is cold and the ears are hot. —— Zhou Zhiheng stood in the middle of her old room filled with old textbooks, holding a stack of yellowed papers in her hand. The top one was about comprehensive science, the midterm exam in the first semester of high school. Her name is written in the upper right corner. The back of the paper was densely packed with his name. I wrote horizontally, vertically, and wrote neatly, stroke by stroke. I also traced a few places with a pencil until the paper almost broke. Zhou Zhiheng did not raise his head. The sunlight slanted in through the old wooden window, falling on his lowered eyelashes and the slightly raised corners of his mouth. He looked at it for a long time. It was so long that the persimmon in Song Shiwei's hand almost rolled to the ground. "I'm just painting for fun, don't-" He turned around. Against the light, I couldn't see his expression clearly, I could only see him walking towards her step by step, walked to her, and stopped. A head taller than her. She raised her face to meet his eyes. His eyes are bright. It was as bright as the rainy night that summer, like the moment when she secretly looked at him and he happened to look over. He lowered his head. Get closer. So close that our breaths are intertwined. "Classmate Song Shiwei." The voice was low, a little hoarse, a little tight, and had a smile that couldn't be suppressed. "Your comprehensive science paper..." Her eyelashes were trembling fiercely, her face was burning, her mind was buzzing, and she couldn't say anything. "... Why is my name painted all over the back?" He asked softly, as if he was confirming an answer he already knew. She opened her mouth but made no sound. Then he took a step back. He put it in his pocket and tilted his head. The sunlight drew a furry golden edge on the side of his face. That smile finally spread from the eyes to the corners of the mouth, with a little contentment, a little cunning, and a lot of tenderness that she had never seen before. "What a coincidence." He said. "The back of my scratch paper—" He paused and his eyes fell on her face, as if he wanted to collect all her panic and heartbeat at this moment into his eyes, and into all the folds of the rest of his life. "It's all in your name too." Song Shi was slightly stunned on the spot. The persimmon rolled to the ground with a muffled sound. Outside the window, the old locust trees in the yard were rustling in the wind. The summer of that year has long passed, the rain has stopped long ago, and those days and nights hidden on the back of papers and scratch papers, where a person secretly likes someone, should have been turned over long ago. But here he stands. Standing in the room where she was sixteen, standing in the center of all her secrets, smiling and saying— What a coincidence. She likes him too. [The author has something to say] Zhan Xinyue: Hello! Dear readers. Natsuki Yusen is new! This is the author's first online novel! Please give me more advice! The character is not perfect, so important things should be said three times. Reasonable suggestions will be considered, but not necessarily accepted! Xiao Shanghao is the foreword! You can watch it first! Author: Xia Mu Yusen Concept: The school uniform of a young boy is wrapped in the greatest secret of my youth.