Lin Xiaoman always remembered that lie with the scent of lemon.
On the first day of school, when Jiang Che caught her fallen poetry collection, the hearing aid in her right ear glowed coldly in the sun. He said that lemon candy was the last inventory of the convenience store, but in the next six years, candy wrappers numbered 0901 to 0917 were covered throughout her youth.
Everyone thought this was a hopeless chase——
He is always number one in the white list of a key middle school, and his white coat is stained with holes burned by reagents; she is a frequent visitor to the composition exhibition of ordinary high schools, and the second button of his school uniform is hidden in her diary. On a rainy night, he was soaking wet to protect her composition, when the competition classroom monitor captured him staying up all night to correct her wrong physics questions, when microscopically carved verses appeared on the back of the ginkgo leaves between the walls of the two schools, those sour candy wrappers were quietly weaving into an undercurrent of web.
Concept: In a universe without senses, all unspoken love is an equation to be solved