—With the sound of pencils rolling to the ground, Shengxia suddenly stood up on tiptoes and quietly kissed the unspoken name.
There is always a special magic in the window seat on the third floor of the library. The pencil rustles on the sketchbook, and the lead-gray lines outline the shining No. 7 Basketball boy. The sketchbook contains seventy pages of unspoken secrets, and each page is the beat of a heartbeat.
——Until that HB pencil fell to the ground
"So when I shot the ball, my shoelaces were crooked?"
"There are empty frames on the court at four o'clock on Wednesday afternoon."
——"Lin Weixia, you have drawn me so many times, do you want to see with your own eyes whether my smile looks better than yours?"
——"Jiang Yi, I say, I promise you"
Concept: How the hot emotions like midsummer grow in the "hesitation to speak": the most touching thing is never the perfect confession, but the courage that we clumsily crossed the silence to get closer to each other.