In the midsummer when I was 17 years old, in the steaming heat of the basketball court, there was an unspoken goodbye hidden in it.
The phoenix flower of Yucheng No. 1 Middle School always burns most intensely during the graduation season, just like Lin Wuzhuo will always be vivid in Ruan Wenqing's youthful memory - the corners of his clothes flying when he leaps from beyond the three-point line, the golden name that always hangs at the top of the monthly exam list, and the orange-flavored hard candy that rolls down the table when he turns around to borrow an eraser.
Secret love is a paper airplane folded a thousand times.
Ruan Wenqing hid the parabolic equation of his shooting in the wrong question book, and used correction tape to cover the beginning of the word "Lin" on the draft paper until he saw him accepting the scarf of the flower in the next class on Christmas Eve.
When the countdown to the college entrance examination reached the last page, she finally had the courage to write the love letter and threw it in the trash can of the commendation meeting. When he accepted the admission letter from University A as a student representative, the basketball pendant on his wrist happened to smash the love letter she had hidden in her arms.
Later, Ruan Wenqing always thought of that evening.
In the empty classroom, Lin Wuzhuo suddenly turned around and knocked on her desk: "Do you want to watch me dunk?" Fire clouds filled the sky outside the glass window, and the light in his eyes was three points higher than the basket. That was the closest distance between them, close enough that she could count the sunset dancing on his eyelashes, close enough to hear herself say: "Next time."
Motto: Don't waste time on one person