Lin Zhaozhao and Chen Ye met in high school. At that time, they had a good relationship and were inseparable. The love between boys and girls grew quietly in the fragrance of ink, but in the dusk when a heavy rainstorm suddenly occurred, it was frozen into ice by the unexplained misunderstanding. After that, we only looked at each other from a distance for a moment, or deliberately lowered our heads when passing by, and even passing the test paper became a silent ritual of touching fingertips. The regretful thoughts of those years are like butterflies soaked in the rain, and every pass is like the silent but roaring fluttering of wings. Until the ink on the school application form dried into a yellowed bookmark, and the two names were completely separated on the longitude and latitude lines of the map. Seven years later, one winter day, the two met again, and through the gradual contact, they were finally able to bury the hatchet. "I always say I will give you the best, but I am always late." At the vintage shop on the corner of the street, Chen Ye raised his ccd and took a picture of Lin Zhaozhao with crooked eyebrows. She looked out the window at the falling first snow, and suddenly thought of the ginkgo tree when she was seventeen. It turns out that some waiting can really make time bloom.
Intention: Regrets are inevitable, but please believe there will be a good ending.