"I am the shadow you trample when you pass by, and you are the letter of spring that I never dare to open."
On the bluestone in the rainy season of the town, Song Yanqiu met Qi Yan for the first time.
He stood under the warm yellow light of the convenience store, twirling a can of orange soda on his fingertips, and blocking the cigarette case handed to her: "Classmate, I borrowed it."
That was the only light that leaked into the darkroom in her seventeen years of life.
As the most silent and transparent person in Class 3 of High School, Song Yanqiu's world is triple shackles: deep in the drawer is a wooden carving engraved with Qi Yan's profile, and the scars on his arms are repeatedly covered by the cuffs. On page 108 of the diary, it is written: "Beside his sneakers, there is a paper crane that is only wet by the rain. That is what I was thinking about folding at three o'clock in the morning."
And Qi Yan is the sun hanging above everyone's head.
He is the white jersey soaring in the air at the basketball game, the Beyond tape playing in loop on the rooftop, and the paper crane sketch casually drawn on the back of the physics test paper.
No one knew that he would leave her umbrella in the corner where she was hiding from the rain on a rainy night, hide her broken rubber stamp in her pencil case, or silently buy up all the strawberry-flavored Band-Aids in the convenience store when he saw the scars on her sleeves.
Grandma always said: "The paper cranes folded in autumn can fill the entire alley."
Only Song Yanqiu knew that the same sentence was written in the belly of each paper crane: "Qi Yan, I like you."
Until the typhoon day before graduation, she stuffed the envelope full of paper cranes into his schoolbag, but when she turned around, she saw the rubber stamp with "Q" engraved on it that she had lost last year lying in his palm.
They are two trees growing in a small town. One is counting its annual rings in the shadows, and the other is measuring the sky in the sunshine. Their roots are in the underground that no one knows, and they have already become entangled in an inextricable knot.
You are my star that will never be alone
Intention: Starlight does not care about passers-by, and time pays off to those who are willing~