When Cheng Mo "accidentally" put brown sugar water on Lin Chuxia's desk for the third time, the chalk tip accurately hit the back of his head - the girl's blushing face was brighter than the sunset, while Lu Yuan was laughing so hard in the back row of the classroom that he hit the table. In the midsummer of seventeen years old, the shadows of three people formed a heart shape on the playground. No one noticed that Cheng Mo quietly stepped on Lin Chuxia's hair blown by the wind.
Twenty years later, Cheng Mo's white coat pocket contained both a new anti-cancer drug and a high school badge, and he walked to the river on the eve of Lin Chuxia's death. The last search record displayed on the phone was "The time the human body floats in the river", and on the open title page of "The Little Prince", his newly added handwriting was already blurred: "Now I can be the rose that was tamed by you." When the salvage team found him, the school badge was still clutched tightly in his hand, as if he was holding the hand he did not dare to hold when he was seventeen years old.
When Lu Yuan was sweeping the grave, he found Cheng Mo's relic - an iron box filled with ginkgo leaves, with a date written on the back of each leaf. When he spelled out "I'm sorry" on the last leaf, his trembling hands knocked over the bottle of expired sour plum candy. Early the next morning, the tombkeeper discovered that he was sleeping peacefully against his daughter's tombstone. The smiles of the three teenagers in the photo in his hand were still fresh, and the pills scattered on the ground were the same type of painkillers that Lin Chuxia used during chemotherapy.
Many years later, when Lu Nianchu laid down three white roses in front of the grave where his two fathers were buried together, he suddenly understood what his mother had not finished saying before she died - some love is so huge that it requires the heartbeats of three people to carry it. In the falling cherry blossoms, she seemed to see three figures meeting again at the door of the classroom: Cheng Mo's white coat pocket revealed a corner of a love letter, Lu Yuan's suit buttons were shining, and Lin Chuxia's hair was finally gently held by two people at the same time.
Concept: Love is "triangular stability beyond life and death"
Love is "the triangular stability beyond life and death"
Love is "the triangular stability beyond life and death"
Love is "guilty symbiosis" rather than "purity"
Love is "unfinished protection" rather than "possession"
Love is "unfinished protection" rather than "possession"