Reply to Nanfeng

At the age of seventeen, in the midsummer, with the cicadas chirping noisily and the sycamore trees shadowing thickly, Shen Zhixia's world contained only endless test papers, unavoidable inferiority, and the young man Lu Zeyan hiding behind his eyes who dared not speak. He was a shining academic who stood on the podium, the focus of cheers in the basketball court, a gentle and introverted young man with stars in his eyes, and became the only untouchable light in her ordinary youth. She was an ordinary girl with mediocre grades, quiet and introverted, and used to huddle in the corner. She wrote all her heartbeats into the corner of the draft paper, and quietly cast all her eyes on his back. In the name of a friend, she guarded a secret love that no one knew about. A chance encounter in a different class, an explanation of a wrong question, and sharing an umbrella on a rainy day. Two seemingly parallel young hearts slowly approached and quietly resonated in the chaotic senior year of high school. It turns out that the one-way love she thought was always a two-way secret love; those cautious temptations have long been properly stored by the other party; those unspoken likes have long been written in the south wind, and the replies have been written. This is a story about youth, growth, secret love and redemption. There is no bloody plot, only the purest heartbeat, the clumsiest tenderness and the bravest growth of young girls. We were all Shen Zhixia once, and we also met our own Lu Zeyan. During our young years of war and chaos, we hid our heartbeats in the wind, waiting for a belated and joyful reply.