Lin Weiyan, a freshman in the Department of Philosophy, always writes papers under the emergency light in the library. In order to dispel the sleepiness and loneliness late at night, she is used to drawing a crooked little sun in her notebook. She didn't know that Zhou Yan from the Art Department was across the bookshelf, quietly collecting these tiny pieces of warmth with a paintbrush - he painted her profile as she tiptoed to reach the book, her fingertips as she held hot milk, the notes she left between the pages of the book, and even those forgotten moments hidden in time.
The librarian uncle was a witness to this secret. He conveyed his concern with hot milk and recorded fate with old bookmarks. Until one day in winter, seventeen little suns finally crashed into Zhou Yan's drawing paper. From the tilted umbrella in the rain, to the warm gray in the palette of the studio, from the paired scarves on the ginkgo path, to the roasted sweet potatoes held together on a snowy night, two originally parallel worlds met because of "light". The unspoken gaze and waiting, the tenderness and care hidden in the details, finally converged into their own, never-ending sunshine in the halo of the library.
This is a story about waiting and discovery. When the lonely shadow is read by another pair of eyes, all the thoughts hidden in the pages of the book will shine brightest at the right time, like the little sun.
Purpose: To explore the tenderness and connection hidden in the folds of daily life - loneliness is not an island, there are always people who quietly collect your tiny emotions in a clumsy and sincere way.