When seventeen-year-old Xu Qiu meets Cheyenne, in He Luo's words, it's like a tasteless gray record meets a particularly cool electric guitar.
At that time, Xu Qiu didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence. She just picked the horizontal string with a pick, and Cheyenne rushed into her world and vowed to polish this gray record to make it full of sound.
No matter how difficult the world is and how thorny the road is, Cheyenne firmly rescues Xu Qiu from the quagmire time and time again, holding her hand and striding forward.
The wind blew through the boy's clothes, and even his hair was swaying randomly. He was frivolous and unruly, but burst out the boy's infinite vitality and enthusiasm. The sun and the horizon are no longer bright in the halo of light and darkness, and slowly merge into one...
But the sun was so bright, as if it had given Cheyenne a layer of light, and he was so handsome that people couldn't take their eyes away.
Xu Qiu feels that Cheyenne is the nutcracker, the soldier who came out of the fairy tale book just to protect the princess, and her summer belongs to Xu Qiu alone.
Thank you for growing up with me on the slow and awkward road.
—Xu Qiu
I am here to save you, little Bodhisattva.
—Cheyenne
Intention: Is it okay to just be young and pure in love?