Eighteen-year-old Cheng Yifan always sits in the last row of the classroom and eats bread.
The bread wrapper was pale, like the peeling paint of an orphanage, and always stuck to his sweaty palms.
The book "My 27 Lives" was spread out on the desk, and the wind blew it to Chapter 26 - about how to exchange twenty-six failures for a lucky success.
One late spring afternoon, a shadow fell on the page of the book.
"Didn't this book tell you?"
The girl's fingers gently touched the daffodils in the hands of the Greek boy in the illustration, "The bread should be replaced with this."
The shadow of the sycamore leaf swayed between them.
Like a book being blown by the wind, I finally turned to Chapter 27.
The sycamore tree knew that the boy who always gnawed bread by the window was bravely meeting her for the first time in his life.
She is looking for fertile soil for the plane trees, while he is looking for the girl in the camera at the crossroads.
It turns out that some trees quietly took root a few years ago.
Idea: If you have two loaves of bread, you have to trade one of them for a daffodil.
——Muhammad