The Flower of the High Mountains Song Qihe* The Beauty of the Fishing System Jiangyu
The chirping of cicadas in Wutong Lane hides two periods of time. When he was seven years old, Song Qihe put Jiang Yu, who was crying and sobbing, into Jiang Peizhou's arms, turned around and ran back to the vacated old house, holding an undelivered toffee in his hand.
Eight years later, at the opening ceremony of a key high school, Song Qihe, the top student in the school, met Jiang Yu again. The young man was wearing a white shirt of the same style as him, with a slightly open collar. His neck, which had been heated by the sun, was glowing with pearly luster. He was smiling at someone in the crowd, with the ends of his eyes turning into cunning arcs - a look that Song Qihe had never seen before.
One is a high-altitude flower who is piled with transcripts and competition awards, with only "should" and "rules" in her dictionary; the other is a fishing beauty who breaks down the word "like" into countless trials and is good at carving tiny cracks on the surface of icebergs.
When the straight school boy finds that his breathing becomes stagnant when the other person comes close to him, he stares at the other person's face in class and becomes distracted, and he gets inexplicably irritated when he hears other people's confessions - this tug-of-war that started at the reunion has long since deviated from the default track of "ordinary classmates".
Jiang Peizhou and his boyfriend sent a video from the Maldives: "Xiaoyu, have you caught it?"
Jiang Yu shook his phone at the camera. On the screen was a message just sent by Song Qihe: "Lend me your physics notes."
"Soon," he said with a crooked smile, "the iceberg will melt. We have to wait for the right rain."
But Song Qihe didn't know that the rain that defeated him was hidden in every glance he looked at him from the day they reunited.
Purpose: Enjoy brilliant youth