In September, the sycamore leaves of the Qing Dynasty covered the entire avenue.
When Xu Zhiyi walked in dragging her suitcase, she had no idea that this autumn would change her life.
She met someone.
That person drank the bitterest American without sugar, sat in the corner of the cafe, and read an old poetry book that had been spilled by coffee.
That person appears in the ninth row of the library every Wednesday night, writing notes in thin handwriting on her forgotten notebook, changing her "Moonlight breaks into your last name" to "Starlight falls into your eyes."
That person transferred the money when she needed the money the most, took the green train for seven hours to the county town when she needed the companionship the most, and spread out a whole wall of newspaper clippings in front of her when she needed the confirmation that "I deserve to be loved" - all poems she had written, from the age of fourteen to the age of eighteen.
His name is Lin Yan. The god of study in the Department of Physics, the young proprietor of the bookstore, and the top discussion topic in the school's girls' forum.
He had a crush on her for seven years.
And she didn't know anything when the first cup of Americano was brought to him.
——
This is not a wife-chasing crematorium story.
This is the story of a boy who spent seven years picking a star from the sky and putting it in his arms.
"Xu Zhiyi, when you write about the stars, you are actually writing about me, right?"
"People in the physics department don't believe in destiny, but I do."
"The first time I saw you in a cafe, I was captured by your gravity."
