Everything under the snow-capped mountains is a matter of whim.
Chen Shiyu, a 21-year-old heir to a pharmaceutical company, is passionate about everything. At an observation deck three thousand meters above sea level, she gained a "life photo" that she loved and would keep for the rest of her life.
They got lost together in the winding alleys of the ancient town, shared a bowl of scalding butter tea, and looked at the blurry Milky Way photographed by Xu Ruochen with a smile in the howling wind of the wilderness. In the flower market that was noisy to the ears and nose, a bouquet of flowers was sent to his mother who was two thousand kilometers away, and another bouquet of words titled "Lotus and Stars in the Sky" was handed to Chen Shiyu. The flowers are extremely small, clustered together like a river of stars pouring down.
"Goodbye," Chen Shiyu whispered in Xu Ruochen's ear, and turned and left after seeing those red ears.
The years that separated the two places were unexpectedly connected by a network cable for a long time. Across the screen, Chen Shiyu nonchalantly instructed Xu Ruochen on how to adjust aperture and exposure. Seeing the serious girl jumping for joy in the video just because she saw a clear nebula, Chen Shiyu felt for the first time that life might not be so boring.
Graduation season is like a whirlwind. Chen Shiyu was involved in the inheritance whirlpool of the family business and was overwhelmed, and his relationship with Xu Ruochen gradually became a luxury. Xu Ruochen, on the other hand, was struggling with his seriously ill mother in a strange city. His savings were gone like water, and the sky above his head could no longer see the starlight.
The thread gradually became transparent.
Three years later, in the bustling aquarium, Chen Shiyu quietly looked at the confident Xu Ruochen in the audience, but he saw the tiredness in her eyes. After get off work, a fresh bouquet of "stars in the sky" brought their memories back to the foot of the snow-capped mountains.
"I took a picture for you, if you feel offended..." The handwriting on the card was as sharp as ever, and she returned what Xu Ruochen had told her three years ago.
The snow-capped mountains only allow hypocrisy to exist once. After the storm paused, at the coordinate point where they first met, Chen Shiyu, like magic, once again held out the "Heaven Lotus Stars" that was as bright as stars.
"I have never been the moon, but you have always been the star." The mountain wind ruffled her hair, but her voice was clear and firm.
The starlight and breath are still together, and the silent snow-capped mountains in the distance bear witness to this story that started with two photos.
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