There is a secret hidden in the sophomore campus of Mingde Middle School that no one has exposed: Shen Yubai, who is aloof and ranks first in grade, is the anonymous ghostwriter of the whole school. Over the past two years, the old iron mailbox at the back of the classroom has stored the secret love, grievances and regrets that teenagers and girls dare not express. He wrote about the tenderness and tenderness of the world, but he kept his heartbeat for two years deep in his heart and did not dare to reveal a single sentence.
Su Wanxing, who looks as cheerful and gregarious as a little sun on the outside, is sensitive, timid and extremely insecure on the inside. He is easily swayed by rumors, loves to think wildly and is desperate to save face. When she first met Shen Yubai, a draft of a problem solution was quietly pushed to her, which made her heart flutter. But the unwarranted gossip, the ghostwritten letter revealed in the mailbox, and the frank and enthusiastic preference of sports student Lu Yu, and layers of misunderstandings took root, causing the two to fall into a long cold war.
He endured silence and never made any excuses. He was afraid that his identity as a ghostwriter would be exposed and would ruin everyone's youthful secrets. He could only give in silently and hide all his umbrellas, cotton socks, toffee, and compiled notes on wrong topics in the dark. She was awkward and distant, pushing away her own tenderness over and over again, and was consumed by suspicion and guilt. It wasn't until Su Wanxing happened to peek into a thick stack of ghostwritten manuscripts during a general cleaning that all misunderstandings were finally shattered.
A belated apology melts away the barriers, and the long-suppressed feelings are slowly revealed. The note in late autumn, the hot milk in winter, the confession two years late in the twilight, the two young girls with tender hearts overcame the rumors and awkwardness, and headed in both directions. The evening breeze blows along the Wutong campus every year, and the thoughts that were once sealed on lips and teeth and hidden on letter paper eventually fell into each other's arms and were written down.
There is always love in thousands of rivers and mountains. Can you vote for me?
The first part is officially finished, but the story does not end here✨The second part of "Stars in the Wind", so stay tuned and will see you soon.
There is always love in thousands of rivers and mountains. Can you vote for me? The first part is officially finished, but the story does not end here✨The second part of "Stars in the Wind", so stay tuned and will see you soon.