Asymptotes and Clouds

Jiang Yunna is an unsolvable asymptote in Lin Zhaoyan's life. In the science class, she was like a quiet cloud, floating at the top of the scoreboard, and her loneliness was accurate to the decimal point on the calculation paper; In the liberal arts class, he was an outstanding point on the function diagram. He could use ancient poems to deconstruct Maxwell's equations, and he would mistakenly worship Yue Lao as a literary star in a temple in Chengdu. When the video went viral among his family members, his red face became the hottest coordinate during the summer vacation that year. There is an entire teaching building between them: She solved the partial differential of electromagnetic field superposition on the third floor. On the first floor, he wrote a short appreciation review of "Luo Shen Fu". The only intersection was the battery cars running in parallel after evening self-study. When the wheels run over the broken shadow of the street lamp, he always uses math problems as an excuse: "Teacher Jiang, is this correct for this question?" She clenched the handlebars tightly with her fingertips, the answer stuck in her throat—— The feeling of the cuff of his school uniform brushing against her arm, It flustered her more than any Lenz's law. Until one day, she saw him squatting in the corner wiping tears, The screen of her phone stayed on the interface where she had not responded for three hours. The moonlight soaked the top of his fluffy hair, like a furry puzzle. She finally understood: The so-called asymptote is the restraint that he approaches infinitely but does not dare to intersect. The moment when the clouds fall and the raindrops fall, it is the unstoppable point of heartbeat. ——Youth is tilted in the coordinate system of liberal arts and sciences, When the oracle wrongly worshiped in the temple comes true, All the embarrassing embarrassments and secret coordinates, They all become the intersection of clouds and asymptotes, The only solution.