When Lou Xin was seventeen, the wisteria flowers were in bloom so much that for many years afterwards, when Lou Xin smelled the fragrance of the flowers, she would think of the young man who always stood one step behind her - Yi Chi.
He was a "timely rain" in her troubled youth. He handed her melted chocolate in the infirmary, waited for a taxi outside the campus when she was stranded late at night, and lent her his shoulder to lean on on the study bus.
But how can two souls who don't know how to love carry each other's heavy longing?
She was burdened with suffocating family expectations, teetering on the tightrope between her studies and first love; he regarded her as the only salvation in his gloomy life, and spent everything he had in exchange for fleeing in panic.
The nine hundred and fifty-nine days of separation were like a letter with an unknown address, lost in time.
Seven years later, Ningcheng New Media Awards Ceremony.
Under the spotlight, he is the "Wanderer" chased by millions of fans; among the guests, she is Lou Xin, the cameraman of Clear Media. He, who was wearing a suit and ties, and her, who was wearing a plain dress with a low ponytail, passed each other in the backstage corridor——
The air was stagnant, and Yi Chi forced her into a corner. His suit and leather shoes could not hide the scourge in his eyes: "I like you, but I like myself more. Isn't this what you taught me? Huh?"
Workplace cooperation is a tacit test.
There was an old image of Wisteria Flower hidden in his planning project, and the stubborn eyebrows that were familiar to him when he was a teenager flashed under her lens.
When the plan was rejected, he sneered: "Director Lou's method of cutting up memories is very neat."
She responded: "Mr. Yi's attitude of dwelling on the past... Is not decent enough."
Until the rainy night, she curled up and slept in the conference room.
The moment he leaned over to cover her with the blanket, she murmured in her sleep: "Yi Chi... Don't make any noise about your homework..."
The wall of my heart that had been built for seven years suddenly cracked. He brushed the light green under her eyes with his fingertips and asked hoarsely: "Lou Xin, how many more springs do we have to miss?"
When the tide of the original family recedes, when the island of self-love rises.
Will that letter that was sent by chance in the winter of seventeen years old finally arrive?
Can the boy who once said "just one step behind you" under the wisteria flowers stand side by side with her in the sunshine this time?
——Some misses are for the sake of meeting again in a more timely manner after learning to love myself.
Purpose: First love and growth
