Jinxia Lige: the Past Buried in Dust

From the sweltering high school classroom where I was studying for exams, to two cities thousands of miles apart, this is a long love that spans an entire decade and is wrapped up in teenage recklessness, suffering in a different place, academic pressure and two-way travel. When they first met when they were young, they were classmates who were immersed in test papers side by side. They hid their hearts in the mountains of exercise books and agreed to go to a farther future together. At the crossroads of the college entrance examination, an admission notice opened a distance of hundreds of kilometers, and the distance between them became the most difficult test between them. During the long years of college, while they were rushing towards their academic futures, going to the library to prepare for exams and competing for professional competitions, they were fighting against jet lag, distance and loneliness, and were repeatedly struggling with the problem of balancing love and studies. Countless short meetings, long late-night phone calls, digesting the grievances alone, and the persistence of cheering each other up have smoothed away the impetuousness of youth and settled down an increasingly determined mind. The best way to grow up in youth is to go from the desk to the same person year after year.