"The sycamore leaves in Qingtang Middle School always fall very slowly, as if someone is deliberately prolonging the summer. The cold-skinned girl in the science class who always buries herself in her exercise books will stuff steaming eggs into the drawer of her deskmate in the early morning. When the hyacinths bloom for the third time in the corridor of the art building, Ima, who always smiles with a sunflower, carefully puts the crooked draft drawn by Jian Qiao into the first page of the sketchbook. They both hide their unspoken wounds - one uses perfect test papers to build a wall, and the other uses heartlessness as a shield, but in the sticky notes passed between classes, on the paint trays that were knocked over in the art club, and in the conversations that were crushed by the evening breeze after evening self-study, the matter of 'getting close' was made into the clumsiest but warmest healing. It turns out that the sweetest candy of youth is 'I understand the pain that you can't stop talking about.'
### Introduction 2:
"The summer in Yunxi City is sticky, and the flesh in the corridor of Qingtang Middle School is sunburned, but it does not melt the thorns hidden in the hearts of the two girls. Jian Qiao's thorns are stuck in the cracks of her parents' divorce, so she uses the "problem-solving formula" to calculate the distance between people; Imma's thorns are buried in the blank training book in front of her mother's hospital bed, so she welds a smile to her face as armor. Until that day, Ima crashed Entering the science class to borrow an eraser, Jian Qiao's pen tip made an ink dot on the draft paper - so there were the extra egg cakes bought during the break, the "Jian Qiao Lan" secretly brewed in the corner of the art club, and the phrase "Actually, I am also afraid" in the evening breeze of Wutong Road. There was no blood, no misunderstanding, just two people with bruises, using the stupidest way to lick each other's wounds into stars. "
### Introduction 3:
"From the spring equinox to the summer solstice, the century-old sycamore trees in Qingtang Middle School cast increasingly dense shadows on the corridor, as if they were secretly recording something. Jian Qiao's post-it notes changed from 'three-dimensional geometric auxiliary line drawing method' to 'the sunflower petals you drew are crooked, but they are beautiful'; when Ima's sketchbook turned to the last page, in addition to plaster statues and landscapes, there was a silhouette of a man writing a paper with his head down - which she secretly drew while Jian Qiao was not paying attention. They will be there After sharing a piece of ice cream in the evening self-study, I would argue with each other in the art club about not being able to play "Dusk Clouds", and I would hand over half a piece of candy tacitly when the other party stopped talking. It turns out that healing is never a big-ticket rescue, but I see your hidden wounds and say softly: 'I will accompany you in pain. ' When the cicadas of the graduation season are wrapped in the fragrance of the parasol trees, the word 'friend' finally becomes a warmer answer than 'like'."
Qing Leng science master* VS Yuan Qi art student
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