On the first day of the first year of high school, the autumn wind carried the fragrance of osmanthus into the classroom of Class 8. Mianyi found her seat with a stack of new books. As she was writing names on the textbook, she heard the boys chatting and laughing from the front row. One of the voices was so bright that she later found out that it was Cheng Ye.
Throughout the autumn, they are like two trees at opposite ends of the classroom, each growing towards the sun. While Mianyi was busy taking notes, Cheng Ye always rushed out with a basketball in his arms during class. Occasionally he would come back late, and he would knock open the back door with a rush of wind. His eyes would briefly touch hers in the air, and then they would look away. No one thought the other one was special, they were just the two of the classmates who loved to laugh more.
When I was a little taller, I changed seats. Mianyi was in the back and Cheng Ye was in the front.
The days suddenly became filled with tiny sounds: the wind when he turned around to borrow a napkin, the soft sound of his elbow inadvertently brushing against her desk when asking a math question, and even the breathy sound of the pen tapping the table while writing silently, asking "how to write 'threshold'" in a low voice. I lowered my head to do some math while sleeping, and my ears occasionally felt hot, and I couldn't tell why.
Until the autumn sports meeting, when the starting gun sounded, Cheng Ye rushed out like an arrow from a string. The sun hit the tense back of his neck, and when he crossed the finish line, the corners of his school uniform lifted up, together with his second-best score in the school, hit his sleepy eyes.
She looked at the young man surrounded by his classmates, and suddenly understood those inexplicable heartbeats - it turned out that there was some heartbeat, which had long been quietly gathering strength in the rubber fingertips and turned eyes.
Cheng Ye, who was surrounded by people, suddenly pushed aside the crowd and took a look at the stands.
He seems... Looking for something too?
Concept: Youth Campus
