The wind that day carried the smell of paint and lotus flowers.
Xia Ningning's eyes were caught by an unfinished painting and a solitary word "orange" in the lower right corner of the painting paper.
Few people know that many years ago, she was quietly saved by a gentle young man who was trapped in darkness, timidity and cowardice. It was just that it had been too long, and she didn't dare to recognize the person in front of her.
Somehow, she picked up the broken charcoal pencil on the ground, leaned over, and carefully added a "zi" behind the "orange".
"Hello."
The sound behind her startled her, and the charcoal fell from her fingers. She turned around and saw a thin young man holding two bottles of ice water in his hands, his eyes falling on the handwriting she had just changed.
"I..." Her cheeks burned instantly, "I think it's not finished..."
Cheng Sinian looked at her, from shock to realization, and a faint smile slowly spread in his eyes. He seemed to have known her for a long time.
He picked up the charcoal on the ground, neatly drew a round orange next to the "orange", and gently clicked a small lemon next to it.
He raised his head and handed her a bottle of ice water condensed with icy vapor.
"It's your fault." He pointed at the little lemon with a smile in his voice, "Now, it's yours."
Thus, Mr. Orange and Miss Lemon officially reunited in a word they completed together.
He led her to escape from the grid called "rules" and cured her of all the darkness and uneasiness of her youth; she was the only one who understood him and the only reader in his wanton and undisciplined life.
They thought that by piecing together a word, they could piece together each other and the entire long future.
Little did they know, a tender redemption when they were young, and a happy encounter when they grew up, the "child" she made up with her own hands was already the most perfect ending in their story that could never be repeated again.
Concept: Oranges and lemons, youth reunited, two-way healing