There are moss marks in front of the steps, and once you see them, you will die for the rest of your life.
On the first day of Lin Jian's freshman year, his suitcase full of poetry collections knocked over on Wutong Road, and he looked up into a pair of dull and quiet eyes.
Shen Ji felt cold on his fingertips and had a slight mole on his wrist. He silently bent down to pick up the scattered pages for him. From then on, the two auras were entwined for a full ten years.
A boy with soft curly hair from the Chinese Department who loves to write essays meets a cool boy from the Architecture Department who loves to pick up rough stones and smells like pinewood.
The warm water always kept by the window in the library, the umbrellas sent back and forth on rainy days, the hand-made noodles with clear soup for sharing in the rental house, the light blue rough stones specially left for him on the river beach, and the flattened and dried pine needle bookmarks hidden between the pages of the manuscript.
The two of them hide exactly the same thoughts that they dare not express openly. They are separated by a thin layer of window paper, and they are repeatedly teased by others, assisted by friends, and changed by the four seasons.
In the third year of college, the sound of the tide spread over the beach, and the moonlight fell on his shoulders. Shen Ji finally confessed his two-year secret love.
Holding hands, kissing for the first time, going from the youthful campus to living together with fireworks, getting along with each other, meeting each other's loving family, adopting an orange cat named Nian Gao, filling the rental house with poetry collections, architectural models and layers of flesh.
Witness friends starting a family together, proposing at home after the third anniversary, and returning to the beach where they confessed their love to hold a minimalist wedding.
When I first encounter the sycamore tree, the mint is sweet and the pine needles are bitter.
Day and night, three meals a day, four seasons, from youth to freshman year, we stay together for the rest of our lives.
Intention: The phoenix trees are born for the first time, and the sun sets and we grow old together.
