Eight years ago, under the locust tree in the orphanage, a young man tied a red rope around Lin Bei's wrist and said, "When we grow up, we will go to far away places." The handwriting was as neat as the star trails arranged in the Milky Way. However, the roar of the plane crushed the phrase "wait for me"
Eight years later, transfer student Lin Bei stepped into No. 1 Middle School. When the classroom door opened, he saw the figure by the window with his head lowered while solving math problems. The faded red string between his wrists swayed with the tip of the pen, which closely matched the young man in his memory.
The surprise and panic of the reunion came like a tide
Lin Bei looked at Yu Chuan, who was once close but estranged. The red rope entangled between their wrists was still tied to the unfinished agreement eight years ago.
Thunder points (false bones, wordy, poor writing)
Intention: Brilliant and beautiful love