On the eve of Xu Songxia's trip to Tibet to support teaching, he sealed the diaries full of youthful thoughts into a box.
The heartbeat of her youth was very quiet. It was the silhouette passing by in the classroom, a song repeatedly looping in the playlist, and the distance between each other year after year, never daring to come closer.
With these little thoughts and the dream of traveling that she had always had, she rushed to the snowy plateau. One is to fulfill his childhood wish, and the other is to hand over his unexpressed feelings to the evening breeze on the plateau and bid farewell to his young and timid self.
In a twist of fate, the evening wind did not blow away the past, but instead brought an old friend who had been away for a long time.
Reunited in the snowy land, Song Yanchun, who had not seen him for many years, lost his youthful ignorance, and finally truly saw Xu Songxia, who had been standing quietly on the edge of the crowd.
His heart moved belatedly, and he approached awkwardly but firmly, using gentleness and respect to make up for the missed years inch by inch.
The days fall back to fireworks, each year is gentle and gentle, and the regrets of the past are finally reconciled.
In Benben's eyes, those years were just the most ordinary appearance. Once I woke up in the middle of the night and saw my parents sitting on the balcony. The moon was very bright. They were next to each other and neither of them spoke. Benben looked at them for a long time, but they didn't move.
Benben doesn't know what it means to like someone. But he felt that if someone looked at him the way his father looked at his mother in the future, he would probably understand.
Benben said that his parents are his world. But mom and dad said that Benben is theirs too.
Concept: Not all love needs to be confessed vigorously. Some feelings are like undercurrents under water, silent but continuing to surge.