When you were 3 years old, Youlan had a car accident and the doctor said: "I will never stand up in my life..." At that time, I would always see Youlan's little figure sitting under the sycamore tree in front of her house. Watching the children playing under the tree seemed to be the happiest thing for Youlan.
At that time, Youlan always waited until all the children had gone home, and then she reluctantly shouted to her grandma to take her into the house under the setting sun. Grandma would always tell her some stories about the sycamore tree in front of her door. At that time, Youlan would always hug her and fall into sweet dreams listening to her stories.
Day after day, year after year, the children who are learning to talk grow up. When they reach school age, the leaves of the sycamore tree in front of the door have fallen off, and the playful figure has disappeared, leaving only the depressed sycamore tree in front of the door and the lonely little figure.
Later, under the sycamore tree, Youlan heard the reading sounds of her friends in the village. Grandma told Youlan that place was called a school, and there were many sycamore trees and children like those in front of the door. . .
It was also under the sycamore tree in front of the door in her first year of high school that Youlan met that sunny boy Hua Liunian. At that time, she had already created a miracle and stood up through hard work. Only she knew how much heartache she had to pay. Youlan was sitting under the sycamore tree, reading quietly, when suddenly a shadow covered her!
From this moment on, the youthful heartbeat begins, and we gradually begin to become familiar with each other's life trajectories! You Lan curled up in the corner, Hua Liunian always just nodded and smiled. It wasn't until Youlan had been working for many years that the two met again and said at the same time: "That year under the sycamore tree..."