Love Letter

In Yujiang No. 7 Middle School on the bank of the Yangtze River, two pairs of boys and girls wrote four completely different youthful love letters between the red brick wall covered with ivy and the glass curtain wall reflecting the river waves. --- Lin Yi × Jiang Yu | Silent Confession in Mathematical Formulas The outwardly rebellious mathematical genius × the rational and restrained top student His torn draft paper was filled with formulas that no one could understand. He wrote on the title page of his notebook with a pen: "To Lin Yi: Your love letter is the best solution to my life." From taking extra classes during the lunch break by the river embankment to staying up on snowy nights at the abandoned lighthouse, from provocation to protection, from formulas to love letters—— They used the most rational language to write about the most irrational heartbeats of youth. "Theorem: Love exists. Proof: Omitted. Because some truths do not require proof." Xia Zhi × Jiang Pan | The silent cry for help between novels and sketches Sunny and passionate novel girl × gentle and restrained art genius Each of her manuscripts writes about her, and each of her sketches depicts her. One uses words to build an ideal world, and the other uses paint to cover up the cracks in reality. Between the call for essays from the literary club and the class schedule of the art training class, between the first snowfall on the riverside and the busy tone on the overseas phone—— They ran towards each other with all their strength, but were eventually washed away by the tide called "expectation" and "reality". "I would give up the world for you, but the world never gave me a choice." --- This is not a simple love story This is a testimony about how youth is written, treasured and torn into pieces. It's how those unspoken words can foreshadow a person's life. It is the inevitable separation between the river and the sea, and it is also the eternal confrontation between the lighthouse and the light. When the boy said "You are my definition" on the top of the tower, when the girl glued the torn manuscripts together piece by piece—— What they wrote was no longer just a love letter, but a moment when everyone tried to use all their courage and clumsiness to prove "I love you" to the world when they were seventeen years old. If youth is a love letter Who will you send it to? Or—— Where will you hide it until time comes to claim it? Concept: Some love letters are treasured by time, while others are torn apart by reality. But in youth, loving is the answer.