Su Qiwu is a bright girl in everyone's eyes. She wears a cream-white sweater, a light brown pleated skirt, a strawberry hairpin in her hair, and her smile contains the sunshine of September.
Lu Tingyan was the shadow that was always fifty meters behind her. He remembered what color socks she wore every day, the second callus on her left middle finger when she bit the penholder, and the brand of every lemon candy she dropped on the floor. He used sulfuric acid paper to trace out every light and shadow of the sycamore leaves falling on her body, marked the date, and hid it in the middle of the physics exercise book. He saved a full iron box, and in the end he did not dare to let her take a look.
She thought that the shadows of the phoenix trees that were different every day were accidents caused by the wind.
He thought that this secret love was caused by his own war.
Until many years later, she saw a painting at an art exhibition. There was a blurry silhouette of a boy under the eaves, and a line of small words written in the corner - "It turns out that the unspoken words 'I like you' seventeen years ago have long since become rain on the eaves, falling down and seeping into the soil without even leaving a mark."
Feng does not live in the parasol tree, but there has never been a place for him under her parasol tree.
[Reading tips: BE, no reversal, no rebirth, secret love becomes a disease, warning that it is difficult to let go]
Concept: Love is not possession, it is piety that even approaching feels like an intrusion.