You in the Viewfinder

When I was five years old, the boy next door climbed over the wall and handed me a crushed sweet-scented osmanthus cake. "You will be my brother from now on, and I will protect you." "You're only three days older than me." When he was seventeen, I gave him sunflowers. The flower language of sunflower is—— Sunflower, silent love. This is not a splashy story. There were no ups and downs, no bloody misunderstandings. There were only two boys who grew up together. In their daily life, they gradually discovered—— It turns out that they are more than just neighbors, more than friends. Gu Yansheng said very little. His love is hidden in the old camera, in the shots that always take pictures of the same person, and in the unspeakable flower language. Jiang Yuzhou talks a lot. But his love was hidden in the sweet-scented osmanthus cake handed over the wall, in the half-cut popsicles, and in the nonsense that "the water you drank tastes better." If you also like—— The days of long flowing water, the quiet and restrained affection, The unbelievably gentle love hidden in the cracks of life. Then this story is written for you. "I don't know what secret love is. I only know that in my eyes, his smile is worth a thousand dollars. I don't want to change it. I just want to hide this bright little sun and show it to myself." Concept: This is a story about "hiding" - hiding love in the camera, hiding in the language of flowers, and hiding in every unspoken word. It is also a story about "growing up" - from five to eighteen years old, from not understanding to understanding, from not daring to speak to slowly getting closer. All love is not noisy, it slowly grows into what it should be over time.