Jiang Yilin x Xia Mujin
[Genius teenage tech geek x girl with color hypersensitivity?]
[Campus life x secret crush x growing up x mutual devotion]
In the morning light of the high school art studio, when art student Xia Mujin writes “θ=37°” in the corner of her drawing board, she has no idea this angle will become the secret Jiang Yilin, a computer science prodigy, has kept hidden throughout his youth.
He is the “ice-cold face” at the top of the science-and-engineering pyramid, yet the margins of his rough drafts are filled with sketches of her frowning profile. He uses physics formulas to help her get the proportions right on a bulletin board. Even the award-winning algorithm from an international programming contest conceals the curve of the star trail she drew with her brush.
She is an artistic spirit who struggles with math, secretly keeping his notes filled with brilliant auxiliary lines. In her sketchbook, his thermos is more vivid than any still life. The scarf she knits on the first snowy day stubbornly follows the 37° angle he favors, stitch by stitch.
From sharing a pair of earphones to listen to the first snowfall, to him recreating the galaxy at her fingertips with code in the lab; from raising a tomato vine together on the windowsill of their rented apartment, to founding a future studio together that uses AR technology to bring paintings to life... Their love is hidden in the crystalline beauty of a 3D-modeled snow sculpture, in the silent vigil by a chair in the emergency room late at night, and in the colorful fireworks that burst when their best friends tease them. Through days of stumbling toward their dreams and feeling lost about the future, their imperfections complement each other and fill their lives with warmth.
When the tech guy's algorithm finally deciphers the artist's brushstrokes with precision, and a 37° protractor measures out the length of their lives together, they prove with their youth that the best kind of love lets my code carry your warmth, and your brush carry my logic.
