I still remember the scent of osmanthus in the model classroom that day.
The fingertips stained with paint held half a piece of pastry, and the frosting was rustling in the morning light. The morning fog from the Department of Architecture was still gathering on the glass windows, but the girl with the sunflower headband was already squatting in front of my truss model, like an orange cat stealing food.
"Classmate," I counted the eighth sesame seed on the floor, "this is my structural mechanics homework."
The drawing board hit the wooden floor with a bang, sending two white pigeons flying out of the window. When the scent of turpentine from the oil painting series hit her nostrils, she was hurriedly wiping away the debris from the corner of her mouth. The crimson color spread from the tips of her ears to her collarbone, like spilled ocher paint.
"My name is Xia Zhiqiu." She suddenly grabbed a charcoal pencil and scribbled on my drawing, "Look, this cantilevered structure with two arcs looks like..."
"It looks like a mooncake that has been chewed." I stared at the freckles on the tip of her nose, "And you used my syringe pen."
This is where our story begins. She gave me three boxes of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes that day, and I will always remember the dancing morning light on her eyelashes——
Department of Architecture The sun turns around at 6:30 in the morning...
Concept: Lesbian love and hate