On the first day of the first year of high school, Qiu Zhun poked his head in the corridor, and Zhang Zhiyu opened a page of a book by the window.
They don't know each other yet.
Later the ginkgo leaves turned yellow. Qiu Zhun put a bottle of yogurt, a sticky note with a smiling face on it, and a picked leaf into her desk. Zhang Zhiyu put everything into the title page of the textbook. The textbook became more and more bulging and could not be closed.
Zhang Zhiyu played the piano and only smiled in the third sentence. Qiu Zhun painted the same tree that he had been painting for three years, but there was an outline of a person under the tree.
Autumn begins with the first leaf, but the story really begins when the second leaf falls.
This is a story about autumn, the sound of the piano, pencil drawings and two hands slowly holding together.
Intention: People who love you will not let you live the way others want, but will accompany you to live your own life.
