From Yancheng to Qingcheng, it was just a flight across the north and south, but Qiao Zhuyao felt like a dandelion blown away by the wind and landed in a completely unfamiliar humidity. The wind in Qingshui River is sticky and scented with flowers, which is not as refreshing as the autumn in Yanhe River. The blue and white uniform of Qingcheng No. 2 Middle School is dazzling, but in the side pocket of her schoolbag, she still has the yellowed sycamore leaf on the Yancheng bus card.
Until I bumped into the boy named Zhou Zheyu three times - when he rode his bicycle across the Qingshui River, his white T-shirt seemed to have been washed; when he stood in the teaching aid area and frowned, his profile was very clean under the light; when he said, "I am also in Class 3," there was a hint of toughness in his northern accent that she was familiar with.
There was also the star necklace, which she had hidden under her collar since the chaotic game in Yancheng. The boy in the hoodie said "you are great", which she thought was a comfort, but the moment Zhou Zheyu's eyes paused on her collar, the wind in Qingcheng suddenly became different.
It turns out that some concerns will not be blown away by distance; some encounters are quietly written into the summer wind before they cross the mountains and rivers. During the two years in Qingcheng, Qiao Zhuyao gradually understood: the so-called hometown is not only the snow and poplar leaves in Yancheng, but also the people hidden in time. Together with them, the stranger has become a habitual tenderness.
Purpose: In growing up, acceptance and perseverance are equally important.