No. 302 Bus stop: the intersection and nostalgia of youth
In their youthful years, bus stop No. 302 Was the starting point of the story of Jiang Xinrui and Xiao Guanshuo.
The blazing sunshine in September was pouring down, and Jiang Xinrui was waiting anxiously at the No. 302 Bus stop, with his chirping friend Zhou Tong beside him. Xiao Guanshuo hurried over on an old bicycle, but the chain suddenly got stuck, and their eyes met. After that, they became classmates, with Xiao Guanshuo sitting in the back row of Jiang Xinrui. In class, Xiao Guanshuo used gentle tapping and silent lip-syncing to prompt Jiang Xinrui, who was stuck, with solutions to mathematical problems; during class, Jiang Xinrui helped Xiao Guanshuo receive his school uniform. In the subtle interaction, feelings quietly sprouted.
During recess, when the kitten pendant on Jiang Xinrui's schoolbag caught Zhou Tong's zipper, Xiao Guanshuo's exercise book fell off, revealing a photo of him and another girl standing at the door of the Experimental Middle School with a bright smile. When Jiang Xinrui saw the date on the photo, which was the week before the college entrance examination, he couldn't help but feel doubts and curiosity. While running, Jiang Xinrui loosened his shoelaces and Xiao Guanshuo handed him a water bottle. His running figure was calm and firm in the sunshine. During the lunch break, Jiang Xinrui handed the apple to Xiao Guanshuo, who only ate bread. His fingertips touched the apple lightly, as if he cherished the warmth.
When school was over, Jiang Xinrui discovered that there was a small sun engraved in rubber that Xiao Guanshuo had secretly hung on his schoolbag. The back of the pendant had the word "Crown" engraved on it. When she saw the text message "The last bus of Route 302 is at 7:30, don't miss it" from an unknown number, her heart was filled with surprise and confusion. She knew that there was a lot of unknown tenderness hidden in this always silent back table.
The No. 302 Bus station witnesses their daily encounters and partings. Every wait and every walk together is like a chapter carefully arranged by fate. On this bus, they watched the changing of the four seasons outside the window together and felt each other's warmth. Those unspoken words gradually fermented into the most beautiful attachment in youth during the bumps of the bus and the meeting of eyes. They accompany each other in the confusion and pressure of growing up. While waiting at the No. 302 Bus station time and time again, the two hearts slowly get closer, and together they compose their unique youth love song.
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