The Long Flowering Period

Repeat school is a place where youth is turned into test papers. Yuan Guhong spent his nineteenth year and second senior year here. He thought that this year would still be a repetition of silence and questions, until he met Yixuan in the cafeteria, a girl with a cheerful appearance but a melancholy heart. She said that her name "sometimes looks like a door and sometimes looks like a window." She blew the wind on the rooftop, did math problems under the dim light of the corridor, and rested her forehead on his shoulder in front of the window on New Year's Eve. Two people who were trapped by the college entrance examination, under the pressure of the countdown, used five minutes in the corridor, silent sitting in the cafeteria, and scrawls on their notes to build a fragile bridge. They started from friendship, crossed the blurred line, and arrived at love - an almost luxurious feeling in the repeat school. However, the college entrance examination is a mill that grinds everyone into powder and then uses scores to make bricks. When the countdown turned from three digits to two digits, and from two digits to zero, Yixuan's depression, fluctuating grades, and the phrase "you deserve better" finally made the two people become strangers in the face of huge pressure. Yuan Guhong was admitted to the 211 program in Beijing, while Yixuan stayed in the provincial normal college. The agreement between them was like a seed that had not germinated, buried in that spring of rereading. The flowering period of some flowers is very short, only a few months or even a few days. But they drove by. In the gap of the countdown, in the dim light at the end of the corridor, in the sound of New Year's Eve fireworks, they drive by. Just driving through it is enough.