In the summer when she was fourteen, Sheng Ningyi typed "Hello" on one side of the screen, while on the other side, sixteen-year-old Yu Chengnan was staring at the drawing board in a daze. A few millimeters of glass, thousands of miles away, and the parallel lives suddenly intersected - she would write the girl's thoughts into emails, and she would draw the starry sky as a reply. It was not until fifteen-year-old Sheng Ningyi filled her draft book with "Yu Chengnan" that she realized that this love across the Internet cable had already spread.
Seventeen-year-old Yu Chengnan didn't understand why the person who was sharing the sunrise the day before suddenly disappeared from the world. The photo that she didn't have time to explain became a thorn in time, causing her to hold the name of the city where Sheng Ningyi lived and write down her obsessions on the volunteer form.
Nineteen-year-old convenience store, iced lemon barley water collided together, Sheng Ningyong Ye looked at the taller Yu Chengnan in front of her, and her eyes suddenly turned red. This time, the inspirational writer who wrote a hundred stories and the painter who wanted to paint all the emotions finally dared to hold each other's hands. They shared a bowl of hot soup in the rental house and hugged each other under the moonlight in the studio, thinking that the time they missed could always be made up for in the rest of their lives.
But winter came too early at the age of twenty-five. When Sheng Ningyi closed her eyes in Yu Chengnan's arms, she still had an unfinished manuscript spread out in her hands. Twenty-seven-year-old Yu Chengnan logged on to that familiar account and made public the only BE story in the draft box - it turns out that the most painful ending is never fiction.
The sun the next day failed to shine into the studio, and the hot search term "The death of famous painter Yu Chengnan" seemed to put a cold stamp on the love that spanned ten years.
They once said "forever" across the screen, but in the end they couldn't even say "goodbye" to each other.
Concept: The concept of this story is hidden in those unspoken words, unfinished hugs, and the fetters that ultimately failed to withstand fate——
It describes the passionate but fragile love of young people, like signals across the screen, they can clearly feel each other's temperature, but they are always crushed in the folds of reality; it also expresses the essence of regret: it is not that you don't love, but when courage catches up with your heart, time has already drawn an insurmountable gap behind you.
Those confessions hidden in the draft box, the notes that were not handed out, and the "don't go" that was not said when turning around, eventually became astringent footnotes in youth - some encounters are destined to be missed from the beginning, like the wind that cannot be held. No matter how hard you try, you can only watch it slip through the fingers.