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"I'm Waiting for You in the Spring of Love" companion piece I always remember how you looked in your school uniform. I remember you sweating profusely on the court, remembering you dozing off in the afternoon sun, and remembering your smiles as we passed each other in the corridor. I also remember that I have been secretly liking you throughout my youth. We were insignificant existences in each other's youth, and we also stayed in each other's memories for too long. Many years later, we met again in a sea of ​​people. You said: "I actually knew it a long time ago." And I have long since learned to hide my love in my smile and write my regrets in my diary. It turns out that true youth is not about who you have, but - you are the youth that I have lived seriously, this time only, and cannot be copied.

I was born on the ruins where suffering had just receded. My sister was sent away due to the pressure of life, and my mother passed away when she was young. I grew up under the roof of my grandparents, Between the smoke and the sound of wind, learn to be with loneliness. The villages and rice fields are still beautiful, The seasons are slow, the sky is low, the world is quiet and vast; But schools, systems and relationships, I have been told silently - this world is never fair. After walking for two hours on a snowy road, my eyebrows and hair tips were frozen; The students were holding soup that had been boiled into a paste. On the other table, there was hot oil and the aroma of meat! I'm not angry. I just slowly remember-- Position determines destiny; Silence is the only way to survive.

In a city full of neon lights and short videos, Lin Chi, an 18-year-old boy, secretly likes Shen Jinxia while playing mobile games, a girl who always wears white T-denim jeans and has a refreshing smile. He thought youth was just a transition between online classes and playing games, until that day she handed him a small note that said "Can we be friends?" They like each other, block each other, get close to each other, and test each other. In the torrent of growth, love is like a secret message, hidden in deleted chat records, hidden in the earphone music late at night. This is not only his story, but also the timidity, heartbeat and changes of every boy born after 2000 when love comes.