Unsent Summer

A lively junior high school girl in the second grade × a senior who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside On the first day of the first year of high school, Lin Xiaoli stood on tiptoe in front of the bulletin board to read the class schedule, and her ears were reddened by the "Freshman Guide" handed to her from behind. Senior high school student Chang Jiang Yibai was wearing a crisp student union uniform, and with the warmth of the sun on his fingertips, he said, "School girl, register here." From then on, Lin Xiaoli, who was in Class 1 (6) of Senior High School, started a vigorous "Chasing Brother Plan": taking a long way past the senior high school teaching building during class, pretending to meet by chance and handing him hot milk tea; writing "I want to do odd jobs for Senior Jiang" on the student union recruitment form; and even holding up a banner saying "Senior Jiang Yibai is the most handsome" at the sports meeting, shouting until his voice became hoarse. Her notebook is filled with secretly drawn Q-versions of Jiang Yibai, and each page has a small goal of "getting closer to the senior today". In Jiang Yibai's lesson plan folder, there was a note with a crooked smile on it that Xiaoli had stuffed into him. He would "drop by" her to the downstairs of the dormitory after evening self-study, and would patiently explain to her when she was stuck on a difficult problem. Even at student union meetings, his eyes would always follow that jumping figure unconsciously. But the countdown to graduation was decreasing day by day. He looked at the "Grade 1" badge on her school uniform and swallowed the words "Me too" back to the bottom of his heart - how could he let himself, who was about to rush to the examination room, become a fetter in her youth? On the day of the graduation ceremony, Jiang Yibai clutched the newly washed Polaroid camera and for the first time mustered up the courage to rush to the first-year high school teaching building. But he was stopped by a sophomore girl at the corner of the corridor. Her red-eyed confession forced him to stop. When he finally said "I'm sorry, there is someone in my heart" and followed the route in his memory to find Class 1 (6) of Senior High School, there were only empty tables and chairs in the classroom. Lin Xiaoli was actually hiding in the stairwell, holding the confession letter that he had written and revised again and again, looking at his back as he left in a hurry, but after all, he did not dare to shout out the words "Senior, I like you." Later I heard that Jiang Yibai, a senior in Grade 1, left a blank Polaroid spot on the last page of his graduation album, and wrote next to it: "I didn't have time to take a group photo. Next time... Will there be a next time?" The wind of that summer finally blew away the unspoken thoughts, leaving only an undelivered letter and the young man never to be seen again in the corridor. Purpose: to make up for regrets