Su also has a habit of writing things he dares not say out loud on paper, folding them into paper airplanes, and throwing them out of the classroom window.
No one will pick it up. No one needs to pick it up. He just needed an outlet.
Until the first day of high school, a boy named Cheng Yan sat behind him. He never holds an umbrella, his school uniform is always wet, he has a tiger tooth when he smiles, and his ears are red. He would give his umbrella to Su Ye on rainy days and run home soaked in the rain; he would put the ribbed piece of braised pork into Su Ye's bowl; he would send a message late at night and then withdraw it in a hurry.
Su also didn't know that Cheng Yan had always kept a piece of soft paper in his pocket - it was his first paper airplane and it read "No one talked to me today." Cheng Yan picked it up, put it away, and hid it throughout the first year of high school.
They used paper airplanes to pass secret signals, and used postal codes to say "I like you." It took them three years to go from strangers to close, and from close to afraid to get close. When Su Ye finally plucked up the courage to speak out, Cheng Yan told him that he would be transferring to another school next semester.
From school uniforms to casual clothes, from north to south, from seventeen to twenty-seven years old. The distance they flew with their paper airplanes was longer than any road on the map.
This is a story about secret love, waiting and reunion. About those unspeakable words, about the person who keeps picking up the words for you.
Intention: Someone will catch the love that cannot be expressed for you.
