The first encounter with Shen Qingming fulfilled all Bai Lu's fantasies about destiny.
The old bus was jostling and swaying, and in the evening when the weather was perfect, the warm red light gave everything a warm filter.
A boy as fair and tall as a poplar burst into view.
Obviously he doesn't look amazing.
Bai Lu thought so, but her eyes chased this little poplar tree again and again, from the bus to the subway, from the playground to the cafeteria, from the first year of high school to the third year of high school.
Chasing the "perfect lover" who lives in his imagination.
Many years later, I still think about that evening. On every rainy day when people suddenly become artistic, I look out the window and have a moment of trance:
If all relationships stayed in the best moments, there wouldn't be so many difficulties.
Ps: A very ordinary story! Adolescent children will always fall in love with their own fantasies, love unrealistically, and be desperate.
Purpose: Face up to adolescents' ignorant and incomplete views on love