There is something about her that reminds me of tram glass on a rainy day. "
In the spring of his freshman year in high school, Lin Zhao's seat was moved to the window, and his neighbor was Ye Xuanhe.
Linzhao is used to drawing various still lifes in the margins of textbooks - withered potted plants, guitars with broken strings, and a clock that always stops at 4:30. Ye Xuanhe always wears headphones, so no one knows what she is listening to. There is a tabletop distance of 28 centimeters and a whole silent universe between them.
Until one evening during the rainy season, Linzhao found Ye Xuanhe playing an out-of-tune piano in the music classroom. Debussy's "Moonlight" was played to pieces, and the notes were thrown into the air like drunkenness.
"You played the seventh measure wrong." Lin Zhao said standing at the door.
Ye Xuanhe's fingers were hanging in the air: "So you can talk."
The sound of rain became heavier and heavier, almost stopping my heartbeat. The 28cm distance between them on the table began to slowly collapse.
Purpose: By describing the process of two girls from alienation to closeness, it reveals the secret emotional buds and self-identity of adolescence - those unspeakable confusions, loneliness and throbbing, which will eventually find resonance in a humid rainy season.