Lily of the Valley on the Wrist, Glimmer of Light on the Heart

Scumbag, smiled and handed over the tissue: "Eat slowly, no one will compete with you." Wen Shinian took the paper towel and wiped the corners of his mouth. His fingertips were still stained with a bit of egg yolk oil, like a light layer of gold powder. She suddenly remembered something, took out a small box from the side pocket of her schoolbag, and pushed it in front of Lin Xun: "This is for you." The box was light blue with a red rope tied to it, the same color as the silver bell bracelet on her wrist. When Lin Xun opened it, he saw a silver bookmark lying inside, shaped like a ginkgo leaf, with a tiny lily of the valley pendant hanging from the tip of the leaf. It swayed slightly and made a tiny "ding" sound - very much like the sound of the bracelet in childhood. "My father's old master in the shop gave it to me." The tips of Wen Shinian's ears turned red, and his fingertips twisted the corners of his clothes. "He said that silver can soothe the mind. If you are tired from studying the questions, take a look and it might calm you down." Lin Xun pinched the bookmark, and the coolness of the silver spread down his fingertips. The pendant made another "ding" sound when it hit the table. He suddenly remembered that in the late autumn when he was seven years old, when the girl put the silver lily of the valley into his palm, there was such a crisp sound, like a pebble thrown into the lake of his heart, creating ripples that had not dispersed for ten years. "It's very beautiful." He put the bookmark into the wrong question book, and it happened to be stuck on the page with a simple drawing of two people holding hands. "It's much more exquisite than the ginkgo leaf bookmark I made." Wen Shinian lowered his head and smiled, his bangs hanging down to cover his eyebrows, and the exposed corners of his mouth curved into a shallow arc. She opened the physics league real questions and pointed her fingertips at the last additional question: "I'm still a little confused about the direction of the magnetic field in this question." Lin Xun moved closer, and the light from the desk lamp cast overlapping shadows between the two of them. He picked up the pen and drew a three-dimensional coordinate system on the scratch paper. The x-axis was marked "time" and the y-axis was marked "magnetic intensity." The tip of the pen drew a small asterisk at the origin: "Look, if time is used as the horizontal axis, the curve of the magnetic field intensity changing with time is actually very similar to the star track of Orion." "Where does it look like?" Wen Shinian tilted his head and looked. His hair swept across the back of Lin Xun's hand, making his fingertips tremble slightly with itchiness. "Look at the critical value of this question," he pointed to the inflection point of the curve, "just like the change in brightness of Betelgeuse. It will suddenly jump at a certain point - physics and the starry sky are actually connected." Wen Shinian suddenly laughed out loud, his shoulders shaking slightly: "You can always relate physics questions to stars." Even so, he picked up a pen and drew a small star next to the coordinate system, "Then I will mark this turning point as 'Betelgeuse as mentioned by Lin Xun'." A few more gardenias fell outside the window, drifted into the window lattice and landed on the wrong question book, like a natural bookmark. Lin Xun looked at the handwriting written side by side on the paper - her beauty, his elegance, entangled into gentle threads under the light, and suddenly felt that the secrets and competition pressure in his heart were softened by the fragrance bubbles filling the room. "When the competition is over," he said suddenly, his voice was as soft as if he was afraid of being swept away by the wind, "let's go see the real Betelgeuse. I've checked the star map, and we can see it most clearly from the top of the mountain next month." Wen Shinian's hand holding the pen paused, and the pen tip spread a small ink dot on the paper. When she raised her head, she bumped into Lin Xun's eyes, which contained light that was brighter than a desk lamp, like a crushed Milky Way. "Okay," her voice had an imperceptible tremor, "and bring your binoculars." Lin Xun nodded, his fingertips unconsciously caressing the silver lily of the valley bracelet on his wrist. The promise hidden in the dusk ten years ago finally took on a clear shape under the light of tonight - not a distant star, but each other within reach. When the clock in the study room struck ten, the administrator came to remind us to turn off the lights. When the two were packing their things, Wen Shinian discovered that Lin Xun's wrong question book contained a line of small words written next to the kitten she drew: "Come on, my star." She remained silent and just pushed her wrong question book towards him, revealing two kittens she had newly drawn, lying side by side on the ginkgo leaf bookmarks, their tails intertwined. When I walked out of the teaching building, the night breeze carried the fragrance of gardenias to my face. Lin Xun carried Wen Shinian's schoolbag and walked side by side on the moonlit path. Their shadows were stretched so long that they almost overlapped. "At seven o'clock tomorrow morning, are you still waiting for you at the same place?" Lin Xun stopped, and the light of the street lamp fell on the tips of his hair, coating it with a light gold. "Well," Wen Shinian nodded, suddenly stood up on tiptoes, and quickly touched his cheek, like a feather falling, "Good night." Lin Xun froze on the spot, his fingertips subconsciously touched the place where he had been touched, and there was still a warm touch there. By the time he came to his senses, Wen Shinian's back had already turned into the alley, and the soft sound of red rope and silver bells drifted over in the night wind, like a string of unfinished ellipses. He looked down at the silver bookmark in his palm, the lily of the valley pendant shining in the moonlight. Suddenly, I felt that tomorrow's competition was not so scary. After all, with people beside you, even the lights on the road ahead become extra bright. Intent: Time and bonds in tokens, the two-way journey of redemption and justice