The rain that lasted for three years finally stopped.
Sixteen-year-old Jiang Jinyue remembered Xu Huaiye - the boy who sang under the scorching sun on the first day of military training. In 98% of the overlapping playlists of music software, he always said, "Jiang Jinyue is the one who understands my flow best," but he didn't know that she had already hidden each of his demos in MP3 and chewed them over and over again.
After the separation of arts and sciences, Jiang Jinyue spent three years collecting all the fragments of Xu Huaiye's life across the distance of two floors. From giving him candy when his blood sugar was low, to correcting the rhyme of his lyrics late at night, she lived her life as the most accurate footnote in his life. Until I saw him backstage at an art festival, folding the draft paper with new songs written on it into paper airplanes and throwing them at the skirts of others.
When Xu Huaiye asked for the hundredth time, "Cao Cao, how do you think this verse can be improved for the better?" Jiang Jinyue finally saw that she was just a tree hole for his inspiration. She remembered the way his eyes lit up when he mentioned the person he had a crush on, and just at that moment, the picture of a strange girl on his cell phone screen saver hurt her eyes. On the day of the graduation ceremony, Jiang Jinyue wore the bracelet given by Xu Huaiye and watched him sing the last hook for others in the corner of the auditorium. Then he turned around and deleted the favorites containing 127 voice conversations.
It turns out that some harmonies are destined not to resonate at the same frequency, just like he will always regard her heartbeat as the chord of friendship.
"Wildfire cannot burn away the worries of youth,
Hidden in the spring stream is the first unsent love letter. "
Eighteen-year-old Jiang Jinyue deleted everything about him.
Concept: A secret love is like a grand pantomime.
