Who hasn't done something stupid at the age of seventeen?
Deliberately take a long way to create a chance encounter, write his name on the last page of the wrong question book, and save a drawer of orange candies he handed over.
It wasn't until later that I learned that he also drew hundreds of ovals on the sketchbook, with two focal points, all with my name on them.
The wind will blow your unspoken words into his ears. Every long journey you take will eventually turn into stars running in both directions.
Intent: This is not an ordinary campus sweet pet story, but uses the ginkgo leaf, an image that runs through two generations, to write about the most unutilitarian heartbeat in youth - every long journey you take for each other, every little thought you hide, it is never a one-way journey. It breaks away from the cliché misunderstandings and forced sadomasochism, and turns the seventeen-year-old secret love into a daily life that spans decades: it turns out that the real long-term is never a moment of excitement, but two people, with the purity of their youth, living their lives together into a sweet life full of small details.
