When she was fourteen years old, Shen Tingwan stood at the arrival gate of the airport dragging a suitcase that was larger than a person and met Gu Shen for the first time. The boy was leaning against the railing with headphones on and playing games. He glanced at her and said his first words: "Is this the little one?"
She stayed at his house for three years and filled ten diaries with her secret love. She drew countless pictures of his profile playing the guitar, but each one looked different - not because of insufficient technique, but because of the vague insouciance under his eyes that the pencil couldn't grasp. She went to the handicraft store in front of the school to pick out wool for a long time, knitted a dark gray scarf and placed it at the door of his room, pressing the folded corners of the wrapping paper again and again. He didn't dismantle it. At the graduation party of her senior year of high school, she mustered up the courage to hand him her confession letter on the rooftop. He was drunk, rubbed his eyebrows, and said, "Little girl, don't make trouble."
She smiled and said "forget it", turned around and walked off the rooftop.
Later, it took her seven years to learn to let go, and she drew all the unspeakable words into picture books. The little bear who climbed to the top of the mountain to look at the moon every night has become the softest story in the hearts of countless readers. There is a line printed on the title page - "To the person who will never look at me."
At the age of twenty-four, she returned to Beijing and sat in the copyright conference room of the band Deep Winter as an independent picture book author. After pushing the door open and entering, the lead singer sitting opposite slowly raised his head - their eyes met, and the pen in his hand fell on the table.
She calmly turned to the first page of the plan: "Teacher Gu, long time no see."
He was once her moon, too far away to reach even on tiptoe. Now he has gone through her picture books, recognized her handwriting from every line, and caught up with her in the way she has been waiting for many years——
"It's my turn to chase you this time. You can stay where you are, or you can go far away. But I won't leave."
Intention: True love is not about looking up, but about being seen; true growth is not about forgetting, but about turning pain into strength.