Two-way secret love story, main campus, third person, female protagonist's perspective
(BG text, but the deputy CP has GL and BL)
No one looks forward to her seventeen-year-old self more than seven-year-old Chen Qifan. Because of her expectations, she wrote many letters asking herself ten years later:
"Hey, have you been reported by major media to be a talented painter?"
"Hey, have you made a lot of money now so that Chen Lenghan can live in a big house? Chen Lenghan works very hard, you know."
...
In fact, ten years later is very close, but it is a pity that seven-year-old Chen Qifeng does not know.
"No, idiot, I stopped painting a long time ago."
Seventeen-year-old Chen Qifan read these letters again and again, as if he wanted to shed tears, but his eyes were dry.
Chi Xianqiu, who was seven years old, didn't know Chen Qifan yet, but at that time he often saw a girl wearing overalls drawing in the park. She was not much taller than the drawing board, but she looked very powerful sitting on a chair.
He only said two words to the little girl, "Hello, can you draw people? My dad's birthday is the day after tomorrow. That's my dad over there. Can you help me draw him?"
"I can try it, it's 50 yuan a piece."
"Then I'll bring you the money tomorrow!"
Then the next day when he went to the park with 50 yuan, the little girl didn't come, but he saw a wrapped sketch in the corner of the slide. He could tell that it was the father that the girl in overalls had drawn for him.
But no matter how many times he went there, he never met the girl sitting on the bench drawing.
The 50 yuan was not given to her.
Intent: Two-way secret love
