The first time Jiang Shutong noticed Jiang Chujing was on a rainy day during the opening ceremony.
While the whole school was collecting umbrellas in a mess, the girl who always sat in the corner was squatting by the flower bed, picking up the sycamore leaves that had been wilted by the rain into a plastic bag one by one. The cuffs of his school uniform were stained with mud, and the side of his face was as cold as ice, but when he touched the blade, his fingertips paused for half a second.
Later, Jiang Shutong learned that Jiang Chujing always had dried sycamore leaves in his textbooks, and his draft books were full of geometric figures that no one could understand. Even when he went to the cafeteria, he would always sit in the single seat closest to the window.
"Weird." She once commented casually in front of her friends, but turned around and saw Jiang Chujing imitating a stray cat meowing at a stray cat during free activities in physical education class - her voice was as soft as if soaked in milk, completely different from her usual coolness.
The real turning point happened one night when he was locked in the equipment room.
In the darkness, Jiang Shutong heard the chattering teeth of the people around him. Jiang Chujing, who always walked alone, actually grabbed the corner of her clothes and said in a breathy voice: "I'm afraid of the dark."
It was also that day that she discovered that Jiang Chujing's wrist, hidden in her sleeves, had exactly the same scar as her own, scratched by a sycamore branch when she was a child.
What made her even more horrified was that in Jiang Chujing's old photo album, there was a photo from ten years ago: two little girls with braids holding hands under a sycamore tree. One of them smiled with his fangs exposed, and the other had arched eyebrows - very much like them now.
It turns out that those seemingly accidental encounters have already been written in time.
But why, they all forgot?
And in which unexpected direction will this suddenly surfaced bond take their youth?
Intention: Want to meet? Wherever the heart is~