The leaves of the parasol tree in the high school have fallen and turned green again. Lin Qingyan's eyes always lingered quietly on Su Mingyue when she lowered her head to write the questions - her knuckles holding the pen turned white, and her bangs hung down to cover her eyebrows. He had counted the draft papers she had filled with formulas, but did not have the courage to hand over a clean one.
Su Mingyue's diary contains half a maple leaf, which he left beside the track at a certain sports meeting. Her heart would beat faster when she saw his raised jaw line when shooting, and she would quietly prick up her ears when she heard him discussing problems with his classmates, but when he turned around to look, she hurriedly pretended to organize his textbooks.
They are the clearest shadows of each other's youth, but they are separated by a thin layer of timidity. He clutched the note he had written and revised and wanted to hand it over, but he saw her taking notes from other boys; she mustered up the courage to ask him if she wanted to go to the library together on the weekend, but she saw him helping another girl move a heavy drawing board.
Those unspoken "I care" were misunderstood and crumpled into crumpled paper balls and stuffed into the deepest part of the desk. On the day of graduation, they looked at each other from a distance in the crowd, the corners of their school uniforms were blown up by the wind, like they were saying farewell that was hesitant to say.
For many years later, Su Mingyue would occasionally think of the boy who always wore a white shirt, and Lin Qingyan would also think of the figure with a ponytail and endorsing books in the sun late one night. The wind once blew through the corridor they walked side by side, but it did not blow away the words "I like you" that had hidden their entire youth. In the end, they became the most familiar strangers in each other's lives.
Purpose: Describe the most authentic appearance of "unspoken love" in adolescence