Introduction to "Strawberry and Clear Sky"
Between Lin Qingkong and Su Xiaoman, there was a kindergarten graduation photo, a low wall that had grown from childhood to adulthood, and fifteen years of time.
He is the proud son of God, always number one on the school's wall of honor, and the unattainable iceberg senior among girls. Only Su Xiaoman knew that this student president, whom everyone respected, always kept a box of her favorite strawberry milk in her schoolbag. When she failed in her math test, he would tap her forehead with a pen and sigh and say: "Xiaoman, I just told you this question last week."
"Then let's talk again, Teacher Lin."
"Tell me once and change the strawberry pudding you made."
"Deal!"
She was his exception, the loophole in all his principles. What is unattainable in the eyes of others is her tenderness that is within reach. And his inadvertent kindnesses - the umbrella he always leaned toward her on rainy days, the hot milk he silently handed to her when she stayed up late, the encrypted photo album on her phone called "My Clear Sky" filled with her smiles - all became the sweetest daily moments in her youth.
Until the day of the first snowfall, he stopped her in front of the swing covered with snow. The tips of his ears were reddish, but his voice was clearer than any other time he gave a lecture:
"Xiaoman, in my future plan, from college aspirations to travel destinations when I'm eighty, your name is reserved in every column."
"Would you... Like to fill it?"
This is a story about strawberry milk and clear sky colored hair rope. It's the ordinary sentence of "Let's go together" every morning. It's the simple agreement that over the long years, I just want to be with you, from school uniform to old age.
