Xu Qianfan came back from dinner and saw that Chen Zhou was writing furiously just after dinner. He couldn't help but be curious and looked at Chen Zhou's composition text sideways: "Hey, are you writing those goosebumps poems again?"
Chen Zhou raised his head and glared at him: "At least some people are willing to read what I write, unlike you, who only cares about you except for cold jokes."
Xu Qianfan chuckled: "A cold joke? This is high-level humor. You, a literary and fresh person like you, can't understand it."
Chen Zhou scolded him: "Literary and artistic? You, a straight science guy, don't know how to appreciate it!"
Xu Qianfan raised his eyebrows: "Straight male cancer? Then I will conquer the world with logic and data, what about you? With tears and ink?"
"Writing life with ink is more real than calculating feelings with formulas! Isn't the reason why historical texts have been passed down for thousands of years and are still being transmitted by people? Isn't it because they have enduring charm?"
Xu Qianfan came closer, with dense shadows reflected under the slender eyelashes, and a bit of clarity in his deep eyes, "Maybe... We can learn from each other?"
"You?" Chen Zhou rolled his eyes at Xu Qianfan, "Studying literature and art? Stop joking!" Chen Zhou couldn't imagine what it would be like if Xu Qianfan became literary and artistic. She couldn't help but want to laugh when she thought of this.
Xu Qianfan's deep eyes revealed sincerity. He stared straight at Chen Zhou, got a little closer, and said in a joking tone, "Who told you that I can only joke? Sometimes, I... Am also quite serious."
The familiar scent of soapy water hit his face, and Chen Zhou couldn't help but raise his head and stare at him. From a close distance, she could clearly count the number of his eyelashes. Those eyes were clear and bright, as if she could see through her own thoughts.
Chen Zhou hurriedly took the water glass, took a symbolic sip of water, and said, "Well, seriously, you are the most serious."
Many years later, when the misunderstanding in youth was revealed and the two people could face their hearts, Chen Zhou realized that, as Freud said, there is no such thing as a joke, and all jokes have a serious element. It turned out that the boy had confessed to himself in his own way and had kept himself in his heart... For so many years. Fortunately, she didn't miss it and caught him.
Concept: In the vibrant campus life, a group of teenagers experience the pain and joy of growing up in the intertwining of friendship, love and dreams, bravely face challenges, find themselves, and ultimately achieve spiritual maturity and individual independence.