In Lin Zhi's senior year of high school, a ray of light appeared during the class reorganization - the unbridled friendship in the new class diluted the pressure of entering a higher school, and the appearance of Gu Yuanxi gave this ray of light the warmth of a heartbeat.
He is a master of science, and the cuffs of his school uniform are always stained with chalk dust. When solving problems, the arc of his pen turns like an unfinished parabola. The eighteen-year-old likes things as trivial as scribblings on scratch paper, but she has to practice looking at each other three times.
Later, as the years passed by, she finally understood Tagore's words: "The sky at dusk is like a glass window. Some people cry because they can't touch the stars."
Intention: Find the sun in boring life and discover the beauty of life