Meng Xingmian believed that life at the age of twenty-four would only be trapped in a tug-of-war with his parents—painting brushes and freedom on one side, and "stable" discipline on the other. Until that rainy night, she rushed into the convenience store and ran into Lin Shuyue's gentle eyes.
The black umbrella with residual warmth and the hazelnut chocolate quietly placed on the corner of the table became leads to escape from the old life. She moved out of home, but saw the same herself again in the newly rented house.
Lin Shuyue always appears at the right time: the warm porridge in the morning, the light left on late at night, remembering that she doesn't eat mangoes, and knowing that she will be irritable when she can't draw the moonlight. Meng Xingmian gradually got used to this tenderness, but she didn't realize that the other person's notebook was full of details about her.
"I didn't mean to get close to you." When the secret was revealed, the tips of Lin Shuyue's ears turned red, and tears welled up without warning, like beads that had fallen off the thread. "I... I didn't mean to." Meng Xingmian lowered his head and kissed the trembling lips directly.
The cicadas chirping outside the window stopped at some point, and the only sound left in the studio was each other's slightly rapid breathing. The sunlight slipped over their overlapping shoulders, crumpled their shadows together, and fell on the open notebook, covering the last sentence "I've liked you for a long time."
It turns out that some encounters are never coincidences. Some people are filled with joy and hide countless "accidents" under the warm light of the convenience store. When the paintbrush meets the heartbeat, and when the moonlight spreads across the street corner, the world of the two girls is quietly coated with a layer of hazelnut sweetness.
