The story begins when Xia Yu is sixteen years old. Transfer student Song Yuxiao breaks into her world, adding a touch of color to her already bright little world. She always liked to deliberately slow down her pace on the way home from school, just to follow him for a while. The jingling sound of the hangings on his schoolbag floated in the wind, which was even more memorable than the sunset. Xia Yu always kicked pebbles and muttered secretly, "Song Yuxiao, can you look back at me?"
That winter, Xia Yu was 17 years old. In his second year of high school, he was faced with subject selection. As the squad leader, Xia Yu took the subject selection form and gently slid his slender fingers to the last row: Song Yuxiao, Science, Physics and Chemistry. Xia Yu smiled softly at the corner of his mouth. In the second semester of the second year of high school, Xia Yu was very lucky to be at the same table as Song Yuxiao, "Hello, my name is Xia Yu" "Yes, I know, monitor"
Xia Yu always liked to write Song Yuxiao's name on exam papers, textbooks, and notebooks, but he only dared to use "SYX" instead. She wanted him to know about her secret love, but she was afraid that he would know. Song Yuxiao would occasionally ask her questions, and Xia Yu's ears would always turn red and she would answer his questions seriously. The sixteen-year-old's desk was full of unspoken secrets. Six years later, they met again on the street corner. He was wearing a black mask, but she could recognize his features at a glance. "Long time no see, classmate Xia." She could see the raised corners of Song Yuxiao's mouth through the mask.
"I really miss us at that time, and myself," Xia Yu said. "Well, what you miss is also what I want." Xia Yu looked at him and said nothing.
Xia Yu once thought that graduation was the end of her secret love. It wasn't until they met again many years later that she understood: There was something in her heart that never stopped, from the school uniform to the wedding dress.
Concept: Youth Campus Reunion after a long separation