In the late autumn of her first year of high school, Lin Yue met Lu Fengchuan. He has the lingering smell of low-quality perfume, his desk is covered with weird graffiti, and he is as silent as a piece of ice that refuses to melt. He was her worst deskmate, playing with her rubber and silently declaring war with his scent.
Disgust is instinctive. Until one day on duty, he made a clumsy but subconscious movement to block the wind, and the fleeting smile at the corner of his mouth cast strange ripples in Lin Yue's heart. Her probing eyes began to follow her involuntarily, until she witnessed him spraying the entire bottle of pungent perfume on the sketchbook left by his mother in desperation - it was the smell of his only remaining, untouchable memories.
The heart is on guard against collapse. Understanding replaced disgust, and silence gave birth to cautious approach. The short-lived warmth of late autumn ferments in the shared melody of headphones. However, the throbbing of youth is often fragile. The final exam ended, the crowd dispersed, and Lu Fengchuan and the strong smell disappeared completely. On the empty desk, only a pencil sketch of Lin Yue's profile was left.
On the back, a line of writing blurred out:
The perfume will evaporate, but not this moment.
The ignorant feelings that started in late autumn have ended hastily before the cold winter. Only the eternally frozen moment on the painting paper is left, telling a youthful past that was marked by smell, soaked in sadness, and finally dissipated in the wind.
Intention: The moment becomes eternal, the beauty is before it is completed
