Xu Qingci, one of the top ten transfer students in the city, had a "keep away from strangers" aura, but fell into the hands of Chen Xi in class 3 of the second grade of high school. It's the small note handed to me by the other party when the wind blows through the phoenix trees; it's the soft invitation for ice-cold soda between classes; it's also the two-way rush hidden under the shadow of the leaves in the countless days that follow.
Intention: Using the wind and shadow of sycamore trees as the backdrop, it describes the gentle redemption that goes in both directions in youth.