At a time when emotions had not yet learned to calculate the pros and cons and weigh the pros and cons, when Li Nianen faced him, what swelled in his chest was an almost humble feeling of satisfaction. The feeling was more like a silent infiltration, a secret parasitism. She carefully absorbs the tiny presence of him in the air - a corner of clothes passing by when brushing shoulders, a word that accidentally floats into her ears, is enough to feed the wildly growing vines in her barren heart.
Many years later, in the clear afternoon sunshine in the library, Li Nianen could still clearly recall that when he was solving problems, the sunlight passed through the broken hair on his forehead and cast a small piece of golden gold on the exercise book; how she hurriedly lowered her eyes when he occasionally raised his head due to the noise around him. What she had at that time was just a glimpse and the long heart palpitations that followed.
That throbbing, so clumsy and sincere, with all-or-nothing delusions and settled despair.
Later, she met him again in a completely silent night. When the face engraved on the film of youth clearly appeared before his eyes again, a very soft corner of Li Nianen's body that had long been scabbed was unexpectedly penetrated by a familiar thin thorn with the warmth of the past. It clearly reminded her that this heart had once been so pure and futile, burning and aching fiercely.
Concept: The story of two little bitter gourds who save each other and grow up
