Autumn in the deep city always carries an inexorable dampness, just like the collar of Bai Wan's school uniform that she clenched tightly on the day she transferred to another school, soaked with anxiety and strangeness.
She broke into this city with old wounds - after her father was imprisoned, her family fled her hometown and came to Shenzhen. She became a transfer student in Class 1, Grade 2, No. 6 Middle School. There was a post-it note "642 days until the college entrance examination" on the upper right corner of her desk. She only saw exercises and the future.
And Jiang Yao is an existence that everyone knows about in the Sixth Middle School. (8) The last row of the class is always empty for him. The punishment on the red list complements his unruly eyebrows. The smell of tobacco mixed with the smell of expensive cologne is his unique mark. He was used to being surrounded by stars, and everyone looked like a vine coveting his identity, including the transfer student who always lowered his head and whose school uniform was washed white.
Two parallel lines quietly tilted in the noisy campus: while she was calculating functions in the experimental class on the top floor, he was finishing his third cigarette in the back row of the classroom on the ground floor; while she was clutching the crumpled change and calculating the bus fare, his Bentley was running over the waterlogged road.
When the fog spread over the window sill, the cold moonlight illuminated the boy's paranoia hidden under his irritability, and also melted the girl's armor wrapped in shyness. It turned out that it was never wealth that transcended classes. It was the warmth of his fingertips that touched the tips of her ears when he awkwardly handed out the umbrella on that rainy day.
Intent: Gentle redemption across the divide.