Hidden in the shadow of the camphor trees at Xingchen Middle School are two periods of unspoken youth.
Xu Xingmian's sketchbook was filled with Lu Yu's silhouette - the moment when he was sweating on the basketball court, and the way he was concentrating on color mixing in the studio, but he never dared to see it. She was like a timid mimosa. Due to the shadow of rejection in her childhood, she even hesitated to hand over a painting of "Tree under the Starry Sky", and finally let the painting collect dust in the drawer. The "lonely tree" in Lu Yu's painting was originally painted for her, but due to her mother's strict discipline and her own sensitivity and cowardice, she was never able to say "I understand your paintings, and I understand you better."
Song Zhixia is much braver than Xu Xingmian. She will directly hand out a note saying "I want to be friends with you" and take Chen Feng to her snack bar, remembering his preference for "spicy food without coriander"; Chen Feng will also deliver milk in the early morning and stay up late to do homework in order to stay with her in the local area, engraved in his heart the promise of "taking the college entrance examination together". But the reality was not what they expected. An accidental car accident and a failure in the college entrance examination finally left them separated by the city with only a basketball-shaped keychain, which became the yearning of their youth.
The heartbeat at the bonfire party, the mistaken umbrella in the rainy alley, the unfinished explanation at the studio door, the different cities on the application form... Xu Xingmian and Lu Yu missed each other in "wait a little longer", and Song Zhixia and Chen Feng regretted in "I tried my best". Many years later, Xu Xingmian looked at the studio designed by Lu Yu, and Song Zhixia held the card sent by Chen Feng, and realized that the most painful thing about youth was not "not getting", but "could have" - Wan Feng already knew their thoughts, but it was a pity that those confessions hidden in the paintings and on the lips could not catch up with time after all, and became a silent regret.
This is a story about "passive missing" and "brave to no avail", written for everyone who has lost someone in your youth due to hesitation or reality.
The idea: to show youthful secret love and lay the foundation of regret.