In September, when the typhoon passed through, the Haiju University Center playground was like an overturned palette—the crowd, lights, and raindrops all blended into a wet blue.
Xu Zhao, a freshman in the oil painting department, ran wildly with a paint bucket and bumped into the band's lead singer Gu Yu at the corner. The light blue paint splashed onto the white shirt, like a suddenly blooming sea wave, also splashed into the eyes of six thousand freshmen.
The accidental chorus at the opening ceremony made this "accident" a hot topic in the school:
One is a detail-oriented painter whose ears are red and always speaks slowly;
One is a natural spotlight and the center of the stage with shining silver earrings.
One of them is afraid of the dark, the other is afraid of being late; one writes his emotions with a paintbrush, and the other writes his heartbeat with a guitar.
There was a power outage on a typhoon night, and there were only two of them left in the library. The sound of rain was like drums, and the heartbeat was like harmony;
Forums exploded with posts, they wrote rumors into songs and painted waves into confessions.
The stage lights intersect with the skylight of the studio, and the guitar and paintbrush sound together——
"Colors don't deceive, people do."
"Then let Hue say that I like you for me."
From paint splashing on their backs to thousands of people singing in chorus, from forum storms to hot searches in the city, they held each other's hands amidst the bustle of people and turned the sea salt smell of midsummer into a blue that will never fade.
When the heat ebbs and the rumors are like salt stains that cannot be removed, they stand side by side on the graduation stage, leaving the last song and the last painting to each other and to this city that always smells of sea salt.
The story is long and the summer is short, but the waves will remember——
In September of that year, two teenagers sang a song in a typhoon, turning "accident" into "forever".
Concept: In the noisy gaze, two teenagers wrote an accident as a footnote of growing up side by side - true romance is not to be seen by the world, but to be heard by each other.