When she was six years old, she held the torn stuffed bear and hid on the back of the slide crying. He squatted down and sewed the bear's ears back with crooked stitches. From then on, he always kept an extra pack of tissues in his schoolbag.
On a rainy day when he was twelve years old, he appeared in front of her house soaked to the skin, holding in his arms the extracurricular tutoring notes that had not been stained by a drop of rain. The chirping of cicadas was deafening that year. Standing on the podium, he crossed the swarming crowd and accurately captured the red cheering stick she was waving on tiptoe.
At the seventeenth-year-old school anniversary party, she was shaking in the backstage clutching a wrinkled speech. Suddenly, in the darkness, warm fingertips poked her dimples: "The third paragraph is punctuated wrong." The moment the spotlight came on, he stood on the side of the stage and mouthed "idiot", but his eyes were shining with the same sparks as her hands.
Year after year, he remembered all her brands of strawberry milk, and she knew the origin of every scar he had. Time has carved each other's appearance into the bones. They are closer than friends and more magnanimous than lovers. They are like two trees growing side by side, with their roots already intertwined underground.
We have both been tossing and turning for each other on rainy nights, the beating of our hearts hidden in the rain but deafening.
Summary: The boy I love and I have gone through our best moments together.
"From the moment I met you, my youth has traces of you."
Hard-tongued and soft-hearted Iceberg Cat x Sunny and Energetic Bunny
ps: My high school life is relatively boring, so I will write more exciting stories to make up for myself www...
Intention: Bravely pursue what you yearn for