Sunshine Rose

The autumn in Haicheng is always wrapped in the salty sea breeze, which makes the ginkgo leaves in the old alleys rustle all over the bluestone roads, and also brings about the reunion of Su Yao and Jiang Yi after eight years. Su Yao is a re-appointed visiting professor at the Academy of Fine Arts. He is gentle and reserved, with the faint fragrance of paint and turpentine on his fingertips. There is softness raised in the Jiangnan water town between his eyebrows and eyes, but he is guarding an old studio hidden in an old alley. A period of youthful thoughts that no one knows about; Jiang Yi is an international student who has just returned to Haicheng. He has straight shoulders and the gentleness and restraint of a student. When he returns, his eyes are immediately fixed on the studio with the fragrance of paint. Their story begins when they first met when they were teenagers. At that time, Su Yao was a transfer student who timidly stood at the back door of the classroom holding a drawing board. Jiang Yi was an unruly boy sitting in the front row who gave the teacher a headache and had no choice but to raise his hand to block him for the first time when he was being bullied. The fallen leaves are flying in late autumn, the evening breeze on the rooftop, the side by side in the classroom, the companions on the way to school, these small and beautiful things are like the stars kneaded into the drawing paper, shining brightly in the young years. But the autumn of seventeen years old will eventually come to an end. A sudden change caused Jiang Yi to leave in a hurry without saying goodbye. Su Yao guarded the half-finished painting and waited in the wind of Haicheng for eight years. The days after the reunion are a collision of tenderness and coldness, an intertwining of old thoughts and reality. Su Yao is still gentle, but when facing Jiang Yi, he hides a trace of alienation that is not easy to detect. He is afraid that this affection that spans eight years is just his own wishful thinking; Jiang Yi has lost his youthful unruliness and is more calm and persistent. He approaches step by step, clumsily and She earnestly made up for her eight-year absence. She would silently bring hot milk to Su Yao when he stayed up late to paint. She would wait at the door of the studio with an umbrella on rainy days. When he was sad about old things, she would gently hold him in her arms and say in a cold voice: "It's okay, I'm here." The ginkgo leaves in the old alley have fallen for another season, the sea breeze in Haicheng is still gentle, and the lights in the studio often light up late at night, reflecting the two figures side by side. Jiang Yi would watch Su Yao put pen to paper on the drawing paper, and gently brush the broken hair on his forehead with his fingertips; Su Yao would put down the brush, rub Jiang Yi's sore shoulders, and listen to him tell the little things about studying abroad. Those unspoken confessions from childhood, those longings accumulated over the past seven years, all turned into the warmth of the palms touching each other when the evening breeze ebbs, and turned into the words "Su Yao, I like you." Their love has no dramatic scenes, only the companionship of the long flowing water, like the sea in Haicheng, calm but deep, like the ginkgo in the old alley, year after year, never absent. From midsummer to late autumn, from youth to old age, it goes in circles, but fortunately, it's you in the end. The evening breeze ebbs and the tide turns white, and I only wish to be with you year after year. Intention: Take everything and bravely run towards the person you love