Lin Wei always felt like a plant growing in the wrong place - huddled in the corner of the laboratory with thinning hair. His days as a graduate student were like a glass of water mixed with sand, and it was all harsh and rough when swallowed. The eyes of her superior teachers were like sticky cobwebs that always caught up with her when she lowered her head to write down data; Zhang Chousheng, who was in the same major, always wore washed and faded shirts, and subconsciously tightened the corners of his mouth when speaking, but always silently handed her a cup of hot coffee when she was being challenged; and the senior who smiled with two small tiger teeth, while calling her "little junior sister", took away the experimental funds she had saved for half a year. She once thought that this research journey would only be full of thorns, until the boy who always read documents by the window on the third floor of the library, when she was crying again because of her hair problem, handed her a pack of black sesame pills and said softly: "When you lower your head to take notes, the shadow cast by your eyelashes on the paper is more beautiful than any data."
It turns out that those days filled with flaws, malice and deceit were just for her to meet the person who could see the light of her soul at the end of the desolation. This is not a story about perfection, it is just a record of an ordinary girl trudging through the mud and finally crashing into a tender love.
Intention: Emotion, redemption