When Shen Zhi was sixteen, her grandmother sent her to the best high school in the city with a school selection fee of 30,000 yuan.
She walked in with her unglued canvas shoes on, thinking that if she worked hard enough, she could cross the invisible wall.
When Lu Shihan was sixteen years old, an injury to his left hand prevented him from playing Chopin Allegro.
He sat in the last row by the window, thinking that as long as he didn't look at anyone, he could hide his crippled hand.
She thought he had it all. He thought she was not afraid of anything.
They don't know that some people's biggest regret in life is not that they are not together, but that they were by each other's side but failed to catch the other person's heaviest fall.
Many years later, Shen Zhi wrote on the back of a piece of yellowed music score——
"I didn't become a writer either, but I wrote a book about you."
"About that summer, about that umbrella, about the rain that never stopped between us."
