This is the sound of secret love falling into place.
In the early autumn of 2009, the first leaf fell from the Wutong Avenue on the campus of No. 1 Middle School, and also fell into the palm of Su Yuqian, a first-year girl. That leaf originally belonged to the young Lu Yan.
From that moment on, she wrote him in her diary, the 42 steps of running exercises, and the gap of 312 on the red list, but she did not dare to write him in the same corridor.
She stood on tiptoe and looked up, while he lowered his head and moved forward; she chased desperately, but he had no idea.
In the fragrance of osmanthus, she jumped into the 180th place in the monthly exam for the first time; on a rainy night, he said to her "Let's work hard" for the first time.
When the last sycamore leaf in autumn was inserted into the textbook, 14-year-old Su Yuqian finally understood:
Secret love is not looking up as low as dust, but the determination to grow into a tree——
Even if it is out of reach at the moment, we must quietly take root in the wind and wait for spring.
Concept: Falling leaves is not the end, but turning looking up into roots - quietly storing light at the lowest place, and one day we will grow into a forest side by side with him.