Zhou Zhou's eighteen years were like the notes beating accurately on a piano - the red hook at the top of the test paper, the arc drawn by his dancing shoes, and even the length of his skirt, all closely matched the "standard answer" in the eyes of his parents. She is a good girl who has been kissed by the moonlight. The moles at the end of her eyes will light up when she smiles, and the Chopin flowing from her fingertips can soothe the heat of the entire summer night.
Until the day when she filled out her application form, she put down her pen in the "Law" column. When the ink marks spread out, it was as if the eighteen years of discipline had been tied into a loose knot - not a break, but the courage to finally plant a flower of one's own outside the established track.
University campus, park bench, until I met Jiang Du...
Zhou Zhou didn't know that this encounter was a silent film that Jiang Du had hidden for three years. In the light and shadow of the high school corridor, under the lights of evening self-study, those unspoken gazes became the foreshadowing on the bench at this moment - as the relationship deepened, he finally dared to turn his secret love into the evening breeze and blow it gently towards her.
When the regular life sprouts rebellious branches for the first time, when the secret love hidden in the folds of time finally stretches out, fate follows the veins of the ginkgo leaves and becomes an unspeakable tenderness.
Purpose: love, self-growth and both