On the first day of the second year of high school, transfer student Ji Linfeng pushed open the iron door of the rooftop and broke through the secret that Lin Wanxing had hidden for three years.
Under the awning, the picture album of the girl who was afraid of society was filled with pictures of the starry sky that only she could see. Every star has a name, and every nebula is her unspeakable loneliness. In the corner of a certain page of the picture album, there is a line of small, crooked characters that says - "Waiting for someone".
He asked her: "Who are you waiting for?"
She said she didn't know, but at least such a person existed.
After that day, the rooftop became a secret shared by the two of them. She painted stars while he gnawed bread; she hid dark stars in the deep sky, and he watched quietly from the side and said, "It's enough if you can see them." During the fireworks display, he leaned into her ear and said, "We are going to take the Central Academy of Fine Arts exam together." The fireworks were too loud and he didn't hear her answer.
However, in my senior year of high school, all unspoken promises were crushed by fate. The father's debt, the mother's illness, another girl's carefully designed information gap, and the 2,300 yuan scattered on the street - they were pushed in different directions by their respective humbleness and responsibilities.
Some people should not miss it, and some people need seven years to come back to each other.
Purpose: "We once thought that waiting for someone was all love had to offer, but later we realized that what is truly worth waiting for is the complete self that can survive all falls without getting lost."