"They suddenly soared from the water, and the flapping of their wings broke the silence, as if they were saying goodbye to the cold in the north." Shen Zhigui closed the book in his hand and looked up out of the window. The white lines left by the planes intertwined in the sky, and a few faint black spots disappeared in the clouds. The jasmine tea on the table had already gone cold, but he still picked it up and took a sip. The cold liquid slipped in, and his whole body became clear for a moment.
"Drinking herbal tea again."
"Well, not next time."
Shen Zhigui lowered his eyes and turned the cup unconsciously. He did not look back.
The window was not closed tightly, and Shen Zhigui's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of turning pages, and his eyes were fixed on the open page.
"They follow ancient celestial routes and are not bound by the human calendar."
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The meeting with Shen Zhigui again was beyond Lin Zhinan's expectation. Papers were flying under the scorching sun and scattered all over the floor. The car that caused the accident whizzed past, and the palm of his hand was scratched by fine stones. Before he could look at his injured hand, he saw the figure standing opposite - a familiar white T-shirt and light blue jeans.
The temperature of the ground was transmitted to Lin Zhinan. He clearly felt that the temperature today was scorching, and Lin Zhinan turned his head.
Has my myopia gotten worse, or has the sand that was just kicked up got into my eyes? Lin Zhinan thought. Otherwise, how could the person who appeared in front of him be the Shen Zhigui from two years ago, the shy and enthusiastic Shen Zhigui.
"Lin Zhinan."
"What's wrong?"
"I want to be your deskmate after the next exam."
"... Okay."
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Shen Zhigui x Lin Zhinan
Motto: Winter will eventually pass