Su Ling is a lemon candy that fell into the pile of gray school uniforms.
She plays a dark brown electric bass and stands at the edge of the stage. Just like the sound of the bass, it is unnoticed but indispensable.
Xia Yan always wears a red hoodie with the zipper pulled to the top, and his face is as pale as if he has never been exposed to light. He sat in the shadow of the last row of the classroom, his back slightly arched, looking straight at people with his big black eyes, not smiling or speaking.
She thought those "happens" were all fate——
The extra umbrella happened to be brought, the chestnut cake happened to be warm, and the hand-painted rabbit happened to fall into her piano case.
Until she discovered that the rusty iron box in his drawer contained her used hair ropes, discarded erasers, and countless pieces of paper that had never been handed out.
"You're blocking my view of the cat," she said.
He moved half a step to the side, his ears red as if they were bleeding. There was a lot he wanted to say, but in the end he just thought silently——
Even the fact that he loved her felt stolen.
Concept: sour love