Qiu Li novel introduction
In the autumn of Xingcheng Middle School, sycamore leaves fall all over the runway, and there is always a bit of indescribable sadness in the wind. The story of Mu Huaian and Jiang Tuo is hidden in the fallen leaves and morning light of this season.
Mu Huaian is the squad leader of Class 1, Grade 3. He is cool and self-possessed, and his work is spotless. Even the handwriting in his homework book is as neat as printing, but he always stays in the classroom alone after night study to finish the last lamp; Jiang Tuo is in Class 3 next door, in the last row by the window. He always sleeps on his stomach during class, but he can draw the most vivid campus sketches with his fingertips. He takes a long way to Wutong Road after school.
They were two parallel lines, until during a campus cleaning, Mu Huaian moved a whole stack of books for Jiang Tuo, who had a sprained foot. Jiang Tuo silently handed over the ice mineral water he had just bought hidden behind his back when Mu Huaian was being challenged by his difficult parents.
There is no vigorous intersection, only subtle and quiet approaches: on Mu Huaian's desk, there will be a sketch with a sycamore leaf, and the signature is a scrawled "Tuo"; in Jiang Tuo's textbook, there will always be important points marked in Juanxiu's handwriting, with small check marks next to it.
They all hide their own little things. Mu Huaian is overwhelmed by the pressure of entering a higher school. Jiang Tuo is guarding his family's plight that no one knows about, but in each other's eyes, they see the tenderness and determination that belongs only to teenagers.
Some people say that autumn is the season of farewell and the ending of stories, but Mu Huaian and Jiang Tuo must use this season to turn their first heartbeat into tenderness side by side. The leaves of the sycamore tree fell again and again, and the young man's thoughts were hidden again and again. Until one evening when the sunset was filled with sunset, Mu Huaian held Jiang Tuo's hand and said softly: "My autumn, I don't want to say goodbye to you."
The wind stops, the leaves fall, and the heartbeat is strong. This autumn is not a farewell, but the beginning of their story.
Intention: Two-way redemption