In the summer when he was fifteen years old, with the roar of the moving truck, Wen Yu's life trajectory completely changed. Shen Fangran, the neighbor's young boy wearing a clean white shirt and a gentle smile, broke into her world involuntarily like the bright moonlight. He was two years older than her, and was a highly regarded favorite in the school, but he would patiently explain difficult math problems to her, and would walk silently by her side every night during self-study. The love of a young man is the melody hidden in the shared headphones, the tacit encounter on the balcony, and the gentle reminder before his college entrance examination: "Don't cry when I go to the military academy."
Time flies and parting comes as promised. Shen Fangran entered a top military academy with excellent grades and was tempered in strict discipline and arduous training; Wen Yu was also admitted to a finance and economics university in other provinces to pursue his own value in the digital ocean of accounting. From then on, the short distance on the map was stretched into a long longing. His world is a loud bugle, boring drills and field exercises with no signal; her world is a quiet library, complicated reports and countless nights where they can only say good night to each other through text messages.
They rely on rare phone calls, yellowed letterheads across mountains and rivers, and short but precious gatherings during holidays to stubbornly guard this relationship that began in youth. From ignorance to maturity, they became each other's pride. However, the suspicion and loneliness of long-distance relationships, the pressure brought by completely different career prospects, and even Shen Fangran's repeated "loss of contact" have made this long wait full of challenges. .
Intent: This is a story about vows and growth: the best love is when I finally run towards you, you also happen to become a better version of yourself