The Wind Is Gentle

When Lin Wan met Jiang Muzhi, neither of them could write their own names. In the summer when he was seven years old, the Jiang family moved to the opposite door of the Lin family. Jiang Muzhi stood in the corridor holding a basketball. When he saw the Lin family, he yelled, rushed home, and slammed the door. Lin Wan hid behind her mother, only sticking out half of her head. Their childhoods were stuck together. When fishing for tadpoles in a small pond in spring, Jiang Muzhi secretly dumped all the tadpoles caught by Lin Wan, and finally used all his pocket money to buy lollipops to apologize; in the summer, they secretly bought "green tongue" popsicles together, competing to see who could lick the tadpoles first, but they didn't. Who won? In autumn, two people climbed a ginkgo tree to lose leaves, and no one dared to say anything when they fell down together; in winter, when building a snowman, Jiang Muzhi wrapped his scarf around the snowman's neck. His nose was red from the cold, but he smiled and said, "It's colder than you." Jiang Muzhi has been a scoundrel since he was a child, but sometimes his scoundrel temper melts into clumsy tenderness. In the first year of junior high school, Lin Wan had her period for the first time. Her white school skirt was stained red, and the boys in the class were whispering. Jiang Muzhi tied his school uniform jacket around her waist, turned around and punched the boy who laughed the loudest. Afterwards, he was at the Academic Affairs Punishment Station, and Lin Wan secretly visited him. He lowered his head, put his hands in his pockets, looked up and saw Lin Wan's head sticking out from the corner, and curled his lips: "Come with me?" Lin Wan ran away with her head hot. At that time, they thought it would always be like this - he walked in front and she followed behind; he got into trouble and she let loose. They turn a deaf ear to other people's rumors. They are not relatives, but they are better than relatives. But... Lin Wan felt that Jiang Muzhi had suddenly changed. Without warning, the boy who had been with her since childhood began to distance herself from her. He got into fights, skipped classes, and strange "girlfriends" began to appear around him one after another. He pushed everyone away, especially her, as cold as ice that would never melt. She didn't understand where the boy who accompanied her to lick green-tongued popsicles and stood up for her in fights had gone. Until one day, she found a crumpled piece of paper among the pages of his book, with his familiar and crooked handwriting on it, with only three words: "I'm sorry." At the age of seventeen, Lin Wan finally understood the grand and silent farewell behind the boy's clumsy lies. However, that day, the wind blew gently, and the young man turned around and disappeared into the sea of people... Concept: Lin Wan and Jiang Muzhi, childhood sweethearts, secretly in love and entangled