Youthful Days in Guixiangli

The wind in the senior year of high school is always filled with the fragrance of osmanthus, and it also contains the hidden thoughts of the girl Lin Xiaoman. She always saw Zhou Yan's side face in the folds of physics questions, counted the sunlight fragments on his school uniform when passing by each other in the corridor, and quietly drew the arc of the two people's shadows overlapping each other on the draft paper of the self-study class. Zhou Yan's notebook contains the Band-Aid she handed him at last year's sports meet. There are neat formulas written on the draft paper specially for her. On the way to school, he would slow down and wait for the girl behind him who always likes to stare at the sycamore leaves in a daze. There is no dramatic plot, only the small warmth in the daily life of senior high school: the fingertips that were accidentally touched during the lecture, the test papers that were blown up and held down by the wind, the corridors walking side by side under the sunset, and the phrase "If you have any questions that you don't know, come to me at any time" hidden in the fragrance of osmanthus. This is a story about the age of seventeen, about the wrong question book and draft paper, about the breeze and the fragrance of flowers, and about the gentle trajectory of two young people slowly getting closer in the chaotic senior year of high school.