Pei Jing always thought that Gu Yan returned to China for others.
During his three years in high school, he was Gu Yan's junior student and a photojournalist for the school newspaper. There was always only one person in the camera. In the year of graduation, he wrote a line of small words in the corner of Gu Yan's memory book - "Gu Yan, I like you." For six years, there was no reply.
See you again six years later. Gu Yan is the founder of Xingyan Media, while Pei Jing is just a freelance photo retoucher who even pays for his rent carefully. They met again in the studio, separated by the crowd and the lights, like two strangers.
Pei Jing carefully maintained the illusion of "unfamiliarity" until late that night, when Gu Yan handed him a worn memo. He opened it, and it was written in thin and strong handwriting, filled with 1085 fragmentary thoughts about him.
"I saw a man at Guomao today, and his back looked very similar to him. I chased him for two steps, but it wasn't true."
"He came to Beijing on a business trip and lived in Chaoyang District. I parked downstairs of his hotel for forty minutes and did not go up."
"He sent me four words. I read it for half an hour. Gu Yan, you coward."
What Pei Jing didn't know was that during the years when he had a crush on Gu Yan, Gu Yan was looking at him with the same eyes.
There is never any white moonlight.
Only Pei Jing, who climbed over the wall to give him fever-reducing medicine when he was sixteen years old.
And a memo called "G."
Intention: Love needs to be expressed