Li Shuxia has a small bungalow with white-framed windows. There was a south-facing window in one of her bedrooms, and tiny bits of sunlight would filter in through the window. She liked to put on a thick white fox fur blanket in winter, sit on the window sill, and hold a thick copy of foreign classics. She is a woman with a slightly slow medieval literary style.
Lin Shan is an elegant science guy. His movements and gestures are infinitely elegant, and the moment you look up is unforgettable. He is walking on campus wearing a white scarf, his steps are as steady as the tone of a cello, the black hair accompanying the flying white scarf, and the occasional black thin-rimmed eyes make him less reckless than the science guy. In those years that should be full of sweat, he has an unknown smile.
Under the sycamore tree, she stretched out her hand and tapped the trunk lightly, while he took off a fallen dead leaf and looked at each other with a smile.
In this sunflower field, he stretched out his arms to welcome the summer wind, while she picked a blooming flower and suddenly looked back.
Wait until winter, I will take you to that room that has never had a strange smell, and open the sunny window for you.