During the rainy season when he was fifteen years old, Chen Mo stood under the damp eaves of No. 27 Qingshi Lane, dragging a suitcase larger than himself. The rain formed lines along Daiwa, weaving into a gray curtain in front of his blurred lenses. Then, a transparent umbrella suddenly tilted over, steadily cutting off the rain falling towards his world——
Under the umbrella is Shen Qingye.
The landlord's son, who is about to go to university in the north, has clean facial features, and when he smiles, his eyes seem to hide the rare clear sky in the south. In those years when he shouldered the burden of life shoulder to shoulder with his uncle and aunt, it was Shen Qingye who quietly dyed his gray world with color - taking him along every stone road polished by time in Bluestone Lane. Late at night when he was overwhelmed by his livelihood, he gently knocked on the thin door of the attic, handed over a cup of warm milk, and said "Don't be afraid" that fell into his heart.
On the farewell platform, the train took away not only a young man, but also the light that Chen Mo relied on to breathe throughout his adolescence. From then on, the distance of 1,200 kilometers was filled with letter paper. Shen Qingye's letter wrote about the snow in the north, the lights in the laboratory, and his longing for the future; Chen Mo's reply wrote about the continuous rain in the small town, the math problems that could never be solved, and the increasingly familiar stars on the skylight.
I don't know from which letter I started, something that the letter paper couldn't bear quietly grew in those neat handwritings.
Concept: In the eyes of the world, two lonely souls spent ten years proving that the deepest tenderness is that even if they are soaked by the heavy rain, they still choose to hold umbrellas for each other, and finally throw away the umbrellas and walk into the wind and rain side by side.