Winter is the season Chang Shuhong hates the most. Because of the Spring Festival, he is even more lonely in this time when thousands of homes are brightly lit. Ever since he can remember, he has never felt the love and harmony of his parents and the family. Whenever they meet, they only quarrel. From not understanding this seemingly distant marriage, to finally breaking through the numbness of his parents having their own love life outside the home, Chang Shuhong talks less and less, and prefers to be alone in a daze more often. The young master also has the young master's troubles.
Later, a person appeared in his life like an ancient clock and pulled him into the still and sinking swamp. He began to like winter more and more, and began to look forward to every winter vacation in high school, and to go back to his hometown to meet her.
From his high school to college
From her university to work
From that winter on that bridge, they were destined to be infinitely intertwined.
Chang Shuhong is the same age as Ye Jian's sister. Ye Jian has witnessed Chang Shuhong's transformation to a height of 1.83 Meters, and has witnessed many of his growing up moments like a younger brother. In the past few years, Ye Jian has played the role of a sister responsibly, both internally and externally.
On the night of Chang Shuhong's coming-of-age ceremony, Ye Jian helped the drunken man to rest. The moment the door was closed, he hugged her tightly from behind. His warm breath and soft lips were buried in the side of her neck, which made her even more at a loss in the dark and quiet space.
Ye Jian just thought he was drunk until she turned away from his kiss and slapped him on the face: "Please wake up, I am your sister."
Chang Shuhong's voice contained a chuckle, but he didn't sound like he was drunk: "I'm the only child, how can I have a sister?"
Before I met you, time was like the autumn wind, blowing through the fallen leaves and passing through the gaps between the crowds, rushing without a trace. I was a bird passing by on the branches, and a door that no one knocked on. I had no sorrow or joy, and could not deeply explore the true meaning of life.
Starting from the winter after I met you, flowers of thousands of colors bloomed in December. Following your gentle footsteps, flowers bloomed in my world step by step.
The copy was screenshotted on July 21, 2023
Concept: If I had never seen a flower bloom, even the light would not have penetrated before black and white.