"He is the only scorching sun that I want to be close to in the summer that I hate."
In the summer of 2016, Lin Ran, a freshman in high school, made eye contact with Wang Yan, vice chairman of the student union, under the parasol tree during military training. At the moment when the cicadas chirped deafeningly, that figure soaked in sweat became the hottest secret in his diary.
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This is a youth notebook hidden in the cracks of textbooks.
There are the unspoken mints between the boys, the graffiti on the rusty lockers in the locker room, the crumpled notes on the edges of the physical examination sheets, and the soft sound of two metal soldier tags colliding on the basketball court at five in the morning.
From the joking names of "Lin Sishui" and "Wang Erhuo" to the "telomerase theory" marked with a highlighter in the biology textbook; from the deliberately created encounter in the corridor to the glimmer of light leaking through the door of the equipment room on a rainy night - all the unspeakable throbbing turned into ink marks spread by the tip of the pen on the page.
And when the ginkgo leaves in late autumn covered the desk for the 43rd time, Lin Ran realized that some diseases are more difficult to cure than high fever.
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"We shared a bottle of fireflies on summer nights,
And your name is the trace poison I carry with me throughout my life."
Intention: Youth is a silent prairie fire, and I am willing to be the ashes under your fire