The September wind carried heat and crashed into the banyan leaves, breaking the silence between the two teenagers' desks.
There was an out-of-touch figure who couldn't help but chat in class, and a cold profile who lowered his head to sign and didn't even bother to respond with "Hi". What should have been a parallel trajectory quietly veered off course amidst the chirping of cicadas on the first day of school——
Only later did I realize that those afternoons scorched by the summer sun, those distractions hidden in the gaps in the leaves, and those half-sentences interrupted by the gaze from the podium were all the unspoken "please give me some advice" at the beginning of the story.
The shadows of the trees on the campus will lengthen, the weight of the schoolbag will become lighter, and the distance that was initially separated by a desk will eventually grow into a shape called "care" over time.
Intention: When the banyan leaves fall on his shoulders, he understands that youth is "the meeting is not finished yet to be continued"