On the day when he soiled his first snow drawing, Lin Xiyao shattered the silence of Zhou Yu's white world, and also crashed into a fate that he had never expected.
"Come closer and look at the questions. Do you want to make any progress in the monthly exam?" Zhou Yubai tapped Lin Xiyao's forehead with a pen, pretending to be angry.
Lin Xiyao's face turned red quickly like a small tomato. He was a little shy. He quietly raised his head to observe Zhou Yubai and whispered "Oh".
Zhou Yubai, the recognized "iceberg genius" of Tongcheng No. 1 Middle School, actually gave Lin Xiyao a lecture in the library. Someone posted this on the school's forum. In just half a day, it reached the top of the hot discussion list.
"Zhou Yubai, forget me, just think of me as... A drop of ink on your perfect picture."
"You are not... The ink stain, no! You are the... First snow that made my painting always wet." Zhou Yubai's eyes were slightly red, and he tightly grasped Lin Xiyao's wrist and held her in his arms forcefully.
Five years later, Zhou Yubai, a cutting-edge international architect, returned to China, and the "First Snow Nirvana" themed art exhibition shocked the whole city.
As a curatorial assistant, Lin Xiyao is standing in the center of the exhibition hall, introducing the finale work to the media - the painting "Melting Snow" with cold brushwork but amazing vitality.
"This work is Mr. Zhou's early and profound interpretation of 'destruction and rebirth'..."
Under the spotlight. Zhou Yubai walked in from the door, his tall and straight posture resembled a cold sculpture.
"The irreproducible smudge in the lower right corner of the canvas..." His voice was not high, but it was clearly heard in everyone's ears, "... It was a 'masterpiece' poured on it by a certain little sun five years ago."
Intention: love yourself