The Phoenix Flies in the Sycamore Tree

In the summer of 1997, in County No. 1 Middle School, a poor boy named Li Weichen squatted under a plane tree and worked hard on repairing an old Phoenix bicycle. He didn't know that the owner of this car was Qu Qianyao, the daughter of the richest man in the county, a girl that all the boys in the class dared not look at directly. She stood in front of him, tilted her head and smiled: "You are really interesting." From then on, there were red bean popsicles on her desk, and boxes of band-aids on his hands. They liked each other three rows apart, but one didn't dare to speak and the other didn't dare to get close. He felt unworthy and she thought he couldn't see it. All the "good things for you" turned out to be detours for each other in the end. Six years later, Shenzhen. He was riding a Phoenix bicycle that had been refurbished numerous times and saw her busy behind the counter with her ponytail on the streets of Huaqiangbei from a distance. This time, he didn't run anymore. ——This is a story about inferiority and courage, miss and reunion. As many times as a bicycle is repaired, there are always chances of starting over. "Since you have chosen a distant place, you only have to worry about the wind and rain." But it took them six full years to understand: the distance is not important, the wind and rain are not important, what is important is who is waiting for you on the long journey. The phoenix is ​​flying, and the phoenix tree is still there.