In Mu Qingqing's junior year, she met a junior student at the freshman ceremony who had forgotten his words.
His name is Wen Yu. One and a half years younger than her. When he smiled, his eyes were crooked, he handed her a bottle of ice water, called her "senior sister" and ran away. Like the summer wind, it comes and goes without saying hello.
She was used to being alone. Her father died young and she was living under someone else's roof. After that incident in the third grade, she no longer believed in eternity. She is the kind of person who keeps the door tightly shut and no one can knock on it.
But Wen Yu always had a way to appear in front of her. Borrowing notes was fake, asking about course selection was fake, but taking her to the music classroom to play the piano late at night was real. He said he was isolated in junior high school and later learned to use humor to protect himself. He said he didn't have to speak when he sang, but others would listen.
He knelt down and kissed the red string on her wrist that had been worn for seven years, and said: If you think the past is a part of you, then I also like this part.
She likes spicy food and he has a craving for sweet food. He always failed in college entrance exams, and his father said in the vegetable shed, "You should follow your own path." She held his hand under the streetlight and said that I seemed to be starting to believe in what would happen next.
This is a story about two imperfect people who recognize kindred spirits in each other.
Sister-brother love, two-way redemption, reality orientation
You are an island, I am waiting for you to dock.
Intent: Two people who grew up alone in their own worlds recognize the same kind in each other and learn to rely on each other.