Qianqianqingpan

The branches of the sycamore tree spread over the classroom window, and the wind blew over the 38th parallel on the desk, disturbing the minds of young girls. Lu Yanqing was synonymous with being cold and distant in the eyes of others, but when Yang Qianqian couldn't find her pen, she would calmly pass it over the line; when she was sleepy, he would quietly shield her from the dazzling sunlight; he would ride a roaring motorcycle and wait at the intersection after school, saying only "Got it". Yang Qianqian was slow-warming and sensitive. When she saw the tit-for-tat between him and her brother Lu Xiaochi, she accepted the flowers he handed her. When her fingertips touched his warmth, her heartbeat always skipped a beat. Youth is just right, the evening breeze is sweet, and his and her story has just begun.