"Soymilk"
The air conditioner in the library was always a bit cool. When Zhou Yu raised his eyes for the first time, he saw Fu Yiyi reaching for the books on the top floor on tiptoe, and the tips of his hair brushed against his open notebook. When she lost her balance and stumbled back, he stretched out his hand to support her, and his fingertips touched the soy milk box she was holding - it was warm, just like the light in her eyes when she raised her head and said "thank you".
Later, he always saw her in her fixed position by the window, with unfinished soy milk in front of her, and the straw stirring gently in the box. He had counted how often she flipped through books and remembered clearly that she preferred to sit in a sunny spot at three o'clock in the afternoon, but he did not have the courage to hand over the box he bought of the same brand.
Secret love is the unpierced plastic seal, the slowly cooling soy milk in the thermos cup, the scratch paper he wrote all over with her name, and the unspoken sentence "I like it hot too".
It wasn't until graduation day, when she passed by with books in her arms, that he finally said, "That... Soy milk, the second box is half price."
She was stunned, and when she smiled, the light in her eyes was brighter than before: "Then, together?"
It turned out that there was some waiting, and they had already warmed to the right temperature in each other's eyes.
Intention: See the pure heartbeat of youth in the subtle coincidences