In the early morning when I was seventeen years old, there was just enough sunlight leaking through the leaves of the sycamore trees.
A reckless transfer student, a rickety bicycle, and a bag of spilled soy milk.
This was the first encounter between Chu Shi and Jiang Guannian.
She is an unexpected variable that breaks into his orderly world, carrying the fragrance of lisianthus and the wind on the back seat of a bicycle.
He is the most colorful chapter in her plain youth, with an unknown tenderness hidden under the cold appearance.
They shared the same sunshine in the silence of the library,
On the cold night of the winter solstice, I witnessed the fireworks blooming just for one person,
I heard an off-key birthday song blown away by the wind on the way to school.
"When the college entrance examination is over," he said, "we will be together."
But youth is like quicksand between fingers, so beautiful that people forget that it will eventually pass away.
The headaches that were downplayed, the fatigue that was laughed off, the discomfort that was hidden behind smiles,
These are all foreshadowings quietly laid by fate in the gorgeous movement.
Many years later, Jiang Guannian understood:
Some encounters are counting down from the beginning,
Some promises are destined to stay in that summer that can never come back.
Intention: Live towards death, realize that life and love are precious