Shen Tingwan × Lu Yan
Seventeen years old, she is his profile
Twenty-seven years old, he is her dusk
"The silhouette is a silent secret love, and dusk is the exit of light.
I'm waiting for a name to step off the drawing paper."
Seventeen-year-old Shen Tingwan lives in Lu Yan's silhouette.
It was a time covered in charcoal dust. She hid all her throbbing, humbleness and longing in sketchbooks. Draw his tense jawline when shooting, draw his careless smile when accepting awards, and draw his loneliness as he walks down the corridor with his head down. She was like painting a still life. She didn't dare to disturb or approach it. She could only carefully copy it through the light and shadow for a summer.
At that time, she thought that he was the scorching sun and she was the dust. There was an entire dusk distance between them - that was the last bit of tenderness before the light faded, and it was also the longest wait in her youth.
But I didn't expect that Beijing would be there four years later.
When she met him again on the streets of a foreign land, she was shocked to realize that those memories that had been yellowed by time were no longer just thin drawing paper. He is no longer the lofty god, but an ordinary person who can cook a bowl of noodles for her and watch over her all night on a snowy night.
It turns out that secret love is not the end, but a long preview.
It turns out that all silhouettes will eventually turn around, and all dusk will eventually usher in lights.
Concept: About Lu Yan and Shen Tingwan, about the profiles we didn't dare to finish in those years