When the sycamore leaves behind the teaching building were washed brightly by the rain, the sun was leaking through the gaps in the clouds. The water drops fell along the leaf tips and hit the bluestone, making a tiny sound, as if someone had broken down the summer thoughts into soft sounds - just like the half-melted popsicle that Gu Xun handed over, with water condensing on the packaging bag; like the problem-solving steps written by Jiang Qing in his notebook, with wrinkles on the corners that were wet by the rain.
This solar rain always comes in the evening, dyeing the sky into half-light and half-darkness. Later, they always said that the rain that day was sunny, and there was rain hidden in the light, just like some unspoken words had long been wrapped in the wind and fell into the puddles they walked side by side.
The cold and smart genius Gu Xun (attack) x the cheerful and sunny academic tyrant Jiang Qing (sufferer)
Concept: The temperature of young people's thoughts and growth.