Library

On the day I transferred to Jingcheng Middle School, the autumn rain covered the sycamore leaves. Ruan Zhiqiu walked through the corridor with a stack of books and bumped into a thin figure - Lu Yanci's notebooks were scattered on the floor, and the ginkgo bookmark sandwiched in one of them was almost exactly the same as the one in the side pocket of her schoolbag. Later, she discovered that this senior who always sat by the window would help her find a sunny spot in the library, would hand her a piece of orange-flavored hard candy when she was staring at the fallen leaves, and would quietly add a few clumsy comments to her photo album. When the autumn wind swept the ginkgo leaves across the playground, Lu Yanci called to her at the end of the track, holding a dog-eared piece of paper between her fingertips. "Ruan Zhiqiu," his voice was blown softly by the wind, but it was as clear as falling on the tip of his heart, "this autumn, can you be more than just classmates?"