At the Art Institute in September, when Lin Xingwan got lost on campus while dragging his suitcase, he never thought that he would break the legend: Lu Chenyu from the Department of Architecture, the iceberg academic who rejected all suitors and always lived alone, would play piano music in an abandoned observatory that could only be heard by the stars.
What's more, she didn't expect that her easel would be knocked over and the cobalt blue paint would spread out on his custom-made white shirt, creating a galaxy that couldn't be washed away.
"What kind of paint is this?"
"Cobalt blue... The kind that can't be washed off."
An awkward first encounter, a silent apology, the two people who were supposed to be on parallel lines were forcibly bound by random groups in a public elective course.
He is a rational architectural genius whose fingertips outline cold structures and scales;
She is a sensitive and delicate artistic soul, and her brushes flow with warm colors and stories.
They want to complete the "campus corner renovation" together - he provides precise measurements and structure, and she gives colorful color and life. In the company of countless late nights in the library, in the busy preparations for the art festival, the blue mark left by the "paint accident" quietly turned into the starlight in each other's eyes.
However, when Shen Qingyin from the piano department expressed her love in a high-profile manner, when the exchange student qualifications forced the two to separate, when family pressure and future confusion followed one after another -
Can that accidentally meeting starry sky illuminate a longer future?
"If architecture is frozen music," he said to her under the stars, "then you are the one who makes me hear the melody."
"If painting is visible emotion," she wrote in the preface to the exhibition, "then it is the meaning of all my colors."
