In the late spring evening before the cicadas started chirping, Lin Youxia lay on tiptoes among the cherry blossom branches on the wall of her neighbor's house, the hem of her school uniform brushing against the moss. It was the first time in seventeen years that she saw someone moving the piano to the terrace. Jiang Nian's fingertips wandered over the black and white keys, and suddenly he turned his head and looked at the trembling Hua Ying: "Want to try playing with four hands?"
The white shirts of the transfer students always have the coolness of mint candies, and the shared headphone cords become entangled in the morning mist. When Jiang Nian folded the chemistry test paper into a paper airplane and threw it at Youxia's window sill, pink ink smeared on the back of the draft paper to illustrate the argument that "the amount of dopamine secreted during kissing is equivalent to eating 2,000 pieces of chocolate", Lin Youxia finally grabbed the silver chain hanging between her collarbones: "You have collected so much theoretical data -"
"So we need practical samples." Jiang Nian's tiger teeth pierced the strawberry lollipop, and the cold candy stick touched Youxia's hot earlobe. Downstairs came the humming sound of Youxia's mother pruning roses, mixed with the aroma of borscht from Jiang Nian's kitchen, turning the girl's breath into the first plum of early summer.
When the secret grew transparent wings in the shared diary, they discovered that the two mothers had already exchanged childhood photo albums of their daughters in the baking classroom. During the summer vacation when the cicada was hanging in the air, Jiang Nian used three fairy sticks to write Morse code in the starry sky, while Lin Youxia drew the last coordinate point in the other person's palm: "It turns out that the straight-line distance from my attic to your piano room is only 320 heartbeats."
Intention: The beauty of youth is recorded in words