In the autumn, when the parasol trees were rustling and the first fallen leaves fell on their shoulders, Lin Zihan met Su Yun.
The autumn light and shadow in high school are always very soft. Lin Zihan, carrying a drawing board, is used to staying under the parasol tree to sketch, capturing the outlines of the wind and fallen leaves. Su Yun is a taciturn boy in the class. His grades are among the best. He doesn't like to get together and chat. He often leans on the railing of the corridor alone during class and looks at the shadows of trees in the distance.
During a lunch break, Lin Zihan was squatting under a tree to sort out scattered paintings. A gust of autumn wind came and dead leaves fell on her shoulders. She subconsciously raised her hand to brush them and raised her eyes to meet Su Yun's gaze. He didn't say much, just silently helped her pick up the charcoal that had rolled away. From then on, a tacit understanding gradually developed between the two that was not easily noticed by others.
He would remember that she was afraid of being exposed to the sun when she was sketching, so she secretly gave her the seat by the window; she would notice that he stayed up late to study his homework, and included a small painting of fallen leaves of a sycamore in his exercise book. My thoughts are hidden in the autumn wind. There are no warm and straightforward confessions. There are only the tree-lined avenues we walked together after school, the headphones we shared, and the sunsets we watched side by side at dusk. The heartbeats of young people are quiet and long-lasting.
The accident happened unexpectedly, Lin Zihan's family had unexpected twists and turns, and she had to transfer to another school in a hurry and leave this small town. The day of departure was still full of autumn, with sycamore leaves flying all over the sky. She didn't have time to say goodbye to Su Yun properly, leaving only a painting. In the painting was the moment when leaves fell on her shoulders, which was also the scene when they first met.
Several years have passed, and it's autumn again when the sycamore trees turn yellow. Lin Zihan took the sketchpad back to the old tree next to her alma mater and saw Su Yun again. The years have faded away from the youthful youth, and the thoughts that were unspoken back then slowly became clear in the sound of falling leaves. It turns out that the autumn leaves that fell on the shoulders that year were never a fleeting scenery, but a preference that finally reunited across a long period of time.
On an autumn day when the leaves of the sycamore trees are falling, Lin Zihan, who loves painting, and Su Yun, a quiet boy, met in high school, and a subtle secret love developed. The sudden separation made the two miss each other for many years. The autumn wind picked up again and they met again under the old tree. The fallen leaves on their shoulders carried the unfinished thoughts of their youth, waiting for a belated reunion.
Purpose: Urban redemption
