We Have Been to the World

The chirping of cicadas in the senior year of high school carries the hot summer wind and blows through the red brick walls and camphor trees of Mingde Middle School, ushering in the strange youth of Kunlun, a transfer student. He stepped into the campus with alienation and reserve, but at the door of the classroom, he bumped into Lin Wan'er, who was holding a book and having gentle eyebrows. From then on, the lonely senior year of high school took on a different light. The soft voices on the playground during morning reading, the explanations of exercises at the desks, the guitar and recital rehearsals in the corner during class, and the side-by-side ensemble playing on the stage... The thoughts of young girls are hidden in the inadvertent touch of their fingertips, hidden in the red tips of their ears when they look at each other, and blended into the process of walking side by side day after day. There is no dramatic plot, only the smallest warmth and purity in the senior year of high school: the morning light and the sound of words at six o'clock in the morning, the rubbing of the pen tip under the evening self-study lamp, the silent waiting in the evening breeze of the stadium, and the tacit resonance on the cultural festival stage. Kunlun has become more practical from loneliness, and Wan'er has become braver from youth. They illuminate each other in the heavy studies, and slowly grow up in the throbbing of ignorance. This is a youthful monologue that belongs to boys and girls. There are no ups and downs, only the most real campus daily life, the cleanest pounding of the heart, and the most determined pursuit of dreams side by side. They met at the best age, using youth as pen and time as paper, they wrote their own stories on an ordinary campus, telling the world softly: We once rushed to each other enthusiastically, accompanied us tenderly, and lived seriously in this hot youth.