Thinking About Time

2013.6.21 Summer Solstice The library of Nancheng No. 1 Middle School is old, and the ceiling fan spins squeaking, as if it might fall down at any time. Lin Xixi lay down in the last row, burying her face in "Theory of Architectural Space Combination", sweating on the tip of her nose. "Classmate, borrow a 2B pencil." The clear male voice fell on the ear, like the popping of the lid of an ice-cold soda pop. She looked up - the boy was wearing a blue and white school uniform, with a slightly open collar and a small brown mole on his collarbone. His eyelashes are very long, casting a row of soft shadows in the afternoon sun.