[Mutual devotion | Absolutely no angst | Happy ending] (Dedicated to those bygone days and the youth we'll never get back.)
In the early 2000s, beneath a locust tree in a small northern town, childhood sweethearts Su Su and Jiang Yun went from kindergarten all the way to graduation from their senior year of high school.
He didn't say much, but he would loosen the cap on her orange soda, organize her mistakes notebook more carefully than his own, wait for her at the finish line of the 800-meter race with a White Rabbit candy in his pocket, and tuck her hand into his own pocket on snowy days.
She put on a tough front, but always shared half her snacks with him and tugged at his sleeve to ask for help with her homework.
They never once said, "I like you," but tucked ten years of tenderness into every little gesture.
Later, he turned the feelings he'd held for her all those years into a song meant only for her.
Young love is restrained yet burning hot, sweet enough to fill the very air around them.
He never said "I love you," but gave her all his tenderness;
She never said "I do," but changed all her habits for him.
