Lime Flavored Paper Crane

#CampusCure #YouthGrowth #Two-way Redemption #Regional Culture #Secret Love Comes True Spring in Guang'an, Sichuan is always wet. When the "problem boy" who makes origami cranes meets the transfer student who carries the scent of jasmine, in the 90-square-meter staff building without a balcony, under the starry sky of the desert filled with stone dust, a youthful story about wounds and healing quietly grows. Wu Yuhuang is used to using lime-flavored cigarettes to numb loneliness. During the ten years when his parents were far away in Xinjiang, he folded each cigarette box into a paper crane, and filled its wings with nonsense words that no one accepted. The bird tattoos on his arms were changed every week, like migratory birds that migrate forever, until that rainy day, the paper crane he gave away fell into Li Xiya's canvas pencil case. Li Xiya's thermos cup always contains wolfberry and red date tea. After her father died of pneumoconiosis, she hid her tears in the fake tear moles at the end of her eyes and carefully guarded the secret of anemia in a strange city. When she bumped into a boy smoking in the corner of the playground, she smelled the same loneliness as herself in the mint-flavored smoke. From the bay window succulent garden to the Gobi Starry Sky Observation Station, from the gossip on anonymous forums to the fluorescent paper cranes in the blizzard of Huaying Mountain, two souls soaked by life clumsily used each other's umbrellas in the rainy season at the age of seventeen. When 387 paper cranes from cigarette boxes formed a brightly lit "future", they finally understood—— Some ties do not require blood certification, just like the encounter between lime and jasmine, the moment when sourness and sweetness intertwine is eternity.