The corridor of the senior year of high school hides the thoughts of young people. Yun Qi, the mathematics class representative of Class 19, is as stable as a slide rule and always has a slight smile. In the afternoon of early autumn, she ran into the arms of Xu Yizhou, the mathematics class representative of Class 5 - that cold young man known for his delicate appearance.
The scattered test papers were mixed together, and the tips of his hair brushed the back of her hand. After this accident, there were more and more "accidental encounters": I ran into her and her classmates talking about math problems while going downstairs, she was behind her in the cafeteria, and they often bumped into her in the corridor. Yun Qi attributed the throbbing to a coincidence, but she didn't know that Xu Yizhou had already remembered it from a friend, "She is the girl who never panics and is very good at solving math problems." On a rainy day, he saw her holding an umbrella and holding a test paper, with a smile on her face. He solved the exciting proof question.
Xu Yizhou didn't like to talk much, and everyone at the table laughed at him for being a "walking model with a face." But that day at the graduation party, Xu Yizhou stopped Yun Qi who was about to leave, and his voice was full of youthful sentiment: "From the first time I bumped into you, it was no coincidence."
In the eight years from school uniforms to wedding dresses, they have experienced bitterness and sweetness, but they finally got closer through the running-in. Yun Qi still loved to laugh, and she would occasionally complain that Xu Yizhou was still so reticent, but he would comfort her with hot milk for her insomnia, tell cold jokes to make her happy, and write the gentlest notes with his actions.
The name behind the scratch paper, the deliberate encounter, and the cautious temptation in adolescence finally turned into something sweet. Functions have a defined domain, and youth has a shelf life. Their story, after countless conflicts and reconciliations, has a satisfactory answer.
Intention: like
