The chirping of cicadas in Ning'an City is noisy in the heat of early autumn, and is also noisy in the beginning of Lin Xi's freshman life. Wearing a brand new uniform of Ning'an No. 1 Middle School, she stepped into this "Dragon Gate" that attracted the attention of the whole city, but she was like a fish trapped in a cold glass tank. The home is a gorgeous prison of "little money", and her father Lin Hui's disgust is like a tarsal maggot - just because she is not a boy. The aura of Ning'an No. 1 Middle School was her father's capital to show off at the wine table, and it was also a cold shackle called "Don't be embarrassed" on her shoulders. The disastrous failure in the math test, the probing eyes of her classmates, and the sharp scrutiny of her class teacher Zhao Mingyuan made her just want to use the brim of her hat and mask to shrink herself into the shadow of the corner.
Until that afternoon, she met Su Yang in front of the convenience store freezer.
Su Yang was wearing the same brand-new school uniform, but was sweating under the dark blue apron from the convenience store. Her smile was as clean as the clear sky washed in early autumn, with the warmth of the sun. She did not hesitate to advance two yuan of mineral water for the embarrassed Lin Xi. A bottle of the cheapest ice water, a crooked smiling face of the sun drawn on a paper towel, and "See you at school tomorrow" - Su Yang was like a light that penetrated the thick glass wall without warning, shining unexpectedly into Lin Xi's cold and suffocating world.
They became classmates in the next class. Lin Xi is silent and sensitive, with an unhealed scar at the corner of his mouth and a huge desolation in his heart; Su Yang is cheerful and tenacious, running between work and study, exuding a vigorous vitality intertwined with sweat and sunshine. A piece of paper passed across the playground with simple words: "Don't be bored all the time... Come and play with me anytime... Come on! Tomorrow will be better!" Next to the signature was still the little smiling face of the sun - it became the fuse that ignited Lin Xi's suppressed torrent, and also became the weak fire that supported her trek on the ice field of despair.
Lin Xi's heart treasures this hot sun from Suyang. It could not instantly dispel the coldness of the family and the pressure of studies, but every time it touched, it reminded her with a burning pain: There is still a kind of light in the world called unreserved kindness and warmth. Two girls, one sinking in the cold deep water, the other walking in the bright clear sky, began their youth where they briefly met and were destined to move towards different dimensions at the edge of Ning'an No. 1 Middle School, a "battlefield" full of competition and expectations.
Intention: forget
