Who would have thought that under the old locust tree in the courtyard of the textile factory, there is a love that lasted from nine years old to thirty-five years old?
Nine-year-old Lin Xiaoman was moving with an old drawing board in his arms, and discovered the secret of Lu Xingye squatting behind a tree to save watermelon bugs - when he handed over the mung bean cake dipped in sesame seeds, the two children's summers intersected. He climbed a tree to pick the first locust flower for her, and held out his umbrella to her so that she could get soaked; she stayed up late to help him revise his English composition, and hid sketches of his profile in his notebook. The "secret base" under the locust tree is piled with marbles, popsicle sticks and picture albums, each with "us" engraved on it.
Under the cherry blossom tree in high school, she avoided him due to misunderstanding, but he hid in the shadow of the tree with red eyes: "You are the only one in my heart." The university was more than a thousand kilometers away, and he went to the hospital across the province in the rain overnight to accompany her during the surgery, and there were still things in his suitcase. The snowman keychain for her; during the graduation season, when they had a cold war, he put a note on her door: "I will make up for my birthday tomorrow"; finally, when he returned to the old locust tree, he knelt down on one knee and held up the diamond ring: "The wish I made when I was nine years old, now I will fulfill it."
There is no bloody love, no sadomasochism, just the long flow of water from the chirping of cicadas in midsummer to the morning light and snow at dusk - he remembers her favorite locust flower cake, and she hides every photo of him looking at her; he supports her illustration dream, and she accompanies him from a young boy to a steady gentleman. In fifteen years, from the engraved pen to the couple's diamond ring, from the old locust tree to the starry sky at the seaside, they spent their whole life proving that: the best love is when you paint the scenery, I guard you, and you will always be the protagonist in each other's stories.
