I bumped into him at the school gate after school. The boy was carrying two bags of cold medicine in his hands, and the legs of his school uniform trousers were stained with mud. "Idiot, you can't even take care of yourself." He said harshly, but he tilted the umbrella towards her, and his right shoulder was quickly soaked by the rain. When passing by a milk tea shop, I suddenly stopped: "Would you like some hot cocoa?"
During the self-study class before the final exam, Jiang Yizhou suddenly put his school uniform jacket over their heads. In the small private space, he handed over a piece of strawberry-flavored mint candy, and his fingertips trembled slightly when they brushed against her palm. "New ideas for the finale question." As he spoke, hot breath blew on the top of her hair, but Chi Wu stared at the red tips of his ears and heard her own violent heartbeat.
The magnolias outside the window were falling, and a petal fell on his open notebook. Chi Wu reached for it, but accidentally opened the sketchbook sandwiched in the middle. It is full of her silhouettes: doing the questions seriously, drinking milk, running on the playground... The last page is an unfinished double painting, with two little people holding hands standing under the cherry blossom tree, with scrawled and altered handwriting next to it: "I like you."
Jiang Yizhou found her looking and rushed to grab the book in a panic, but accidentally took the water glass with him. The water quickly covered the table, and Chi Wu hurriedly helped wipe it. Their hands touched each other on the soaked draft paper. "Actually..." The young man suddenly spoke, his Adam's apple rolling, "Since the first time you called me Brother Jiang, I have been..."
The bell rang suddenly, interrupting the unfinished words. Jiang Yizhou turned away and packed his schoolbag, his ears so red that they were almost bleeding. Chi Wu looked at his back as he left in a panic, took out the water-soaked sketchbook, carefully tore off the page, folded it into a heart shape and put it in his school uniform pocket. Hope for the future.
Intention: Secret love for many years