Spring of 1998, Hudong. The moment 12-year-old Lin Xiao walked into an unfamiliar classroom, a ray of sunlight shone on Su Wan's pink plaid shirt, and her shoulder-length black hair was dyed blonde. From that day on, he never forgot her.
They are the front desk and the back seat, they are the ones who borrow erasers and ask questions about homework, they are the endless topics of conversation during class breaks, and they are the tacit silence when classmates make noises. They agreed to go to the same high school, but when filling out their application forms, one checked "obey assignments" and the other did not.
In the nearly thirty years since then, they have grown up separately, made their own choices, and gone on to different lives. The distance between them is sometimes a wall, sometimes a train, sometimes just a turn.
This is a story about completion, not results. Not bloody, not sensational, no earth-shattering dramatic conflicts. Some are just ordinary people who seriously like someone in their own way, without the need for response, results, or even the other person knowing.
"It's my thing that I like," he said.
She said: "You have always taken too good care of me."
They lived in each other's hearts with their sixteen-year-old appearance, which has not been polished by subsequent reality.
This novel is written for everyone who has seriously liked someone, and also for everyone who has ever been taken seriously.
I hope you have such a person in your heart. Even if we are thousands of miles apart, even if we never meet again. As long as you think that there is someone in this world who has been loved like this by you, this life will not be in vain.
Concept: Like itself is meaning