The Fog Disperses and Flowers Bloom

Ji Muya (attack) & Wen Fengmian (receiver) The broken and lonely bird under the cold and hard shell (rich iceberg/lonely guardian/clumsy and gentle) × the thorny rose under the sweet and warm sugar coating (contrast sweet girl/tough weed/slow straight ball) The sky is stained with snow at dusk, and the wind erodes the warmth of the sleep. In the first sentence, I use "Ji Muya" to enter the scene, and use "dyed snow" to metaphorize the time and wind that have tempered each other; in the second sentence, I use "warm wind sleep" to change the meaning, "wind erosion" to describe the twists and turns of love, and "deep love" to express the deep and unchanging love. (The names of the two protagonists have meanings! They will be mentioned later in the article, so I won't tell you here~) Although these two sentences are self-composed, I think these two sentences are hidden in the scenery. They can use natural imagery to outline their sense of fate in falling in love but going through twists and turns, hehehe~ The introduction of the work has officially begun~: When Ji Muya, who was cold and aloof, bumped into Wen Fengmian, who always used a hot water bottle to iron his white school uniform pants. In the dazzling contrast between the diamond-shaped silver chain on his wrist and the patch on his skirt, the thread of fate had quietly entangled itself. —— (Ji Muya) She is the proud daughter of heaven with a silver spoon in the eyes of others. The family castle is so empty that only imported silk threads and unfinished embroidery are left. Excellent grades are the armor to fight against loneliness; (Wen Fengmian) She crawls and rolls in the muddy native family, and her sweet smile is a protective color. The scars burned by cigarette butts and the patches on her grandmother's apron hide a stubbornness that cannot be beaten away with a punch. When Wen Fengmian responded bluntly at the opening ceremony, the moment his fist landed on the tree, Ji Muya saw the overlap of childhood trauma and redemption; when talking about physics questions, the red pen auxiliary lines on the draft paper made the dull Wen Fengmian smell the sweetness beyond friendship. "Those who bet on losing in the final exam will bring breakfast to those who win - until graduation." From imported snacks to pyrotechnic steamed buns, from awkward bets to habitual dependence, unfinished rhombus patterns flowed on their fingertips. …………(Minor spoiler) In the evening in a certain library, the sunlight slanted into the window seat. Wen Fengmian stared at the silver chain on Ji Muya's wrist in a daze - the light spot refracted by the silver chain happened to fall next to the auxiliary line in the physics exercise book. She suddenly closed Ji Muya's draft book, her fingertips pressed the red pen line of Newton's law, her eyes were bright as if she was holding unfinished experimental data: "When you taught me how to draw auxiliary lines, you said, 'The decomposition of force must be in the right direction...'" She stuttered for two seconds, then suddenly rolled up the sleeves of her school uniform to her elbows, revealing her grandmother's patchwork skirt, "It's like... Just like holes and silver chains, they can catch the same light!" The tips of Ji Muya's ears turned red suddenly, and just when she was about to look away, Wen Fengmian grabbed her wrist and brought her into his arms: "So... What I want to do with you is not just to bet on breakfast - I want you to bring me steamed buns every day, I want you to stop hiding behind the book and laughing when you teach me physics, I want... I want my patch and your silver chain to always have your light." The old ceiling fan in the library was spinning loudly. Ji Muya stared at her fingertips stained with pencil dust and secretly carved these words into the inside of the silver chain. But Wen Fengmian didn't know that Ji Muya's auxiliary lines had filled the entire page of draft paper every morning when she ran into the library. Later in the self-study class, Wen Fengmian would put the patched handkerchief embroidered with silver chain patterns into Ji Muya's pencil case; Ji Muya would always hide the warm buns into the other party's schoolbag stained with chalk dust during morning reading. One time Ji Muya saw Wen Fengmian patching the hem of her skirt with rags. He simply pulled off the diamond-shaped pendant from the silver chain and awkwardly sewed it into the patch: "This way... The holes and light can be with you." Wen Fengmian hugged her and smiled, even the ginkgo leaves outside the window were dyed sweet. But he didn't expect that in the summer when the admission notice was received, Wen Fengmian's family would undergo sudden changes. In the early morning fog, Ji Muya clutched the warm sophora flower cake and chased out the door. All he saw was the departing train and the blurry silhouette in the window. Later, she found a yellowed note in the desk drawer, the pencil words stained with tears: "I'm always afraid that the patch will stain your silver chain... But you said that holes, like diamonds, are places where light should shine in... I'm sorry, I have to repair my life first." The wrinkles on the parting note became Ji Muya's four-year search for someone. Four years later, in a foreign gallery, Wen Fengmian holding a paintbrush crashed into Ji Muya's sight. The promises that were crushed by life must be reassembled in the tears of reunion - those breakfasts that were clumsily cared for with material materials and the sufferings that were silently resisted with embroidery will eventually be woven into the toughest rope in time, binding two souls that are meant to be entwined. At the end of the twilight horizon, Feng Mian swept away all the haze. They should have understood a long time ago: fate had written the answer from the moment the school uniform pants patch touched the silver chain. The twists and turns in the past have become medals, and their perseverance across time proves that love can penetrate all darkness. ………… (Happy reading~ Meow) Motto: Love can penetrate all darkness