Under the shade of the parasol trees outside the gate of Ningcheng Primary School, Wu Zhuo met Shen Lingjiang as he was picking up his sister. Ningcheng was still hot in the evening, but the midsummer evening wind blew by, and while the leaves were humming, Wu Zhuo looked at the young man's face illuminated by the sun, and felt his heart skip a beat.
Wu Zhuo, who has been at the same desk for a year: He stares at me, does he hate me?
Shen Lingjiang: If he doesn't look at me, does he bother me?
Watch the two sticks open their hearts.
Intent: Understanding differences and two-way redemption