"Xiao Cheng, you are my signature."
Later, every time she heard "Encounter", she would think of that early autumn night with a slightly cold wind but a melting moonlight. He was standing next to her, bending close to her ear, singing along with her every word without accurate pitch but very seriously.
She will always remember the morning when she looked at him and fell into despair. The wind gently blew through the curtains and entangled the sunlight coming from the window. She saw the smiling boy in the white shirt saying "she's here." She still remembers the heartbeat that was about to break her eardrums at that moment. In response to the cicada chirping in late summer, she used the panting of running to cover up the secret of her heartbeat.
She would sing "Summer Wind" countless times, and it was about the midsummer when he was by her side and her dream came true, but she always liked to think of the summer when she first met him, when he sat next to her with a smile and talked to her, saying to her angrily and seriously: "You don't remember me? You must remember this time, my name is Cheng Jia."
He said that he and she met in winter, "So many people are particularly impressed by you, you are standing opposite me." She tried hard to capture, but only caught a vague and tall figure. But she remembered that when he grabbed a list from three years ago and said that he was destined to be with her, she always wondered if they had already met in the winter when they were eleven years old?
Probably because we met in winter, we parted in winter as well.
Those three years were Wen Qingyi's entire youth, muddled and extremely beautiful, with a high ponytail, a white shirt, and the boy she had a crush on.
"Cheng Jia, you have no idea what you mean to me."
"I know."
Intention: cherish time, cherish youth, cherish the people in front of you.