When Song Nian was most hopeless, someone came into her sight. It was a high-spirited young man who was full of vigor and vitality. That was Song Nian's obsession. At first I was just yearning for it, but then my heart yearned for it.
Bai Chaoyi looked back at the entire high school. He had good grades, was a good person, and had many people who liked him.
But there was a girl named Song Nian who was really unreasonable. She first let him know her name but not her person.
Later, they met for the first time inexplicably and said a few unclear words. The more he thought about it, the more he missed Song Nian. At that time, Bai Chao thought that if this girl really got admitted to Qingdao University for him, he would recognize him for the rest of his life.
Song Nian's obsession with Bai Chaoyi appeared that afternoon, when she seemed to be in the deep sea, suffocated and depressed, and when the boy looked back in the afternoon, his smile was like a broken sunset.
His heartbeat appeared when he lazily leaned against the door frame, his brown eyes falling on her so quietly, with curiosity and scrutiny in his eyes, the spring scenery that Song Nian had glimpsed.
Or maybe not, maybe earlier, when she was unknown, she pointed to his name along the ranking list, or maybe in some unknown summer, she heard someone say, this is the proud son of the emperor.
Bai Chaoyi thanked him many times for appearing on the playground of No. 7 Middle School, grateful that the person was him and not someone else. In fact, he had been curious about this girl when he heard her name. He knew that during the cool lunch break after the rain, someone said: Hello, I am Song Nian.
For Song Nian, this is a youthful redemption - maybe the redemption is not that someone once dragged you out of the abyss, but that someone appeared in your memory brightly in the dead life.
For Bai Chaoyi, this is an adventure——
Intent: A sweet story about redemption running in both directions