In this shared apartment, there are five guys and one girl.
Four rivers flow in the same direction. One person stands in their midst with her eyes closed.
The fifth river is an undercurrent. She drew him in herself.
Tang Lan is summer: he arrives the fastest, leaves without looking back, says what he feels when he likes someone, and takes silence as his answer.
Fan Nantian is autumn: he keeps everything bottled up until he can’t hold it in anymore, then lets one leaf fall.
Liu Chen is winter: he says nothing, explains nothing, and writes down every little detail about her in a notebook, like a frozen lake. You can’t see what lies beneath.
Bao Xiaobei is spring: his feelings don’t bloom for her. They take root beneath another tree.
Lin Yu isn’t a season. He’s a stray she picked up herself on a rainy night outside a convenience store.
She thought he was just a soaked puppy, but she didn’t know he’d watched her for three days before he started following her.
He called her Big Sis, cooked for her, and stayed up all night when she was sick.
Then, in the dead of night after she let down her guard, he pressed his lips to her collarbone and said something in his sweetest voice that made her afraid to look in the mirror ever again.
Yang Weiwei lived in this apartment for a year.
She was surrounded by four seasons, loved by four men who kept silent, and once dragged into the abyss by an undercurrent.
And all that time, she thought they were just sharing a place.
