The winter sea breeze flows in along the estuary and blows the flags beside the playground.
When the recess bell rang with a long sound, the sky had already darkened. The boarding building of No. 2 Middle School faces the art classroom, separated by a stone path. On both sides of the path are mossy steps that have just been washed away by rain.
Jiang Qi came out of the dormitory with the book in his arms. When he stepped down the steps, the sole of his shoe slipped and his fingers hit the cold railing.
The window of the art classroom was half open, with several unfinished watercolor paintings dangling inside. The water color faded into damp gray. A girl sat sideways in front of the easel, lowering her head to draw lines - her hair was darkened by the light, and the strands of hair around her ears were stuck to her cheeks by the moisture.
She raised her head, her eyes paused on Jiang Qi for a moment, and then returned to the drawing paper.
The gaze at that moment was like raindrops floating in the wind, cold and short, but it made people remember the temperature.
Shen Wang.
Jiang Qi heard this name a few days later in the literary club activity room.
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