When seventeen-year-old Jiang Suihe saw Xu Qingchuan again, he was standing under the ginkgo tree at the school gate, his sweatshirt puffed up slightly by the wind, like a silent eagle. At that moment, she suddenly understood that fate had not forgotten the agreement between them about "from school uniforms to wedding dresses". The sunshine at the beginning of the first year of high school shone on the classroom window sill. Jiang Suihe tried to reintegrate into this familiar yet unfamiliar campus, but he didn't know that an undercurrent was quietly surging. Rumors about Liu Yue wrapped around her name like poison ivy, and the eyes of her classmates became as sharp as knives. She was once the little crybaby who would hide under Xu Qingchuan's umbrella on rainy days, but now she must learn to face the wind and rain alone. And Xu Qingchuan, the boy who always shoots three-pointers on the basketball court, also shuttles between three part-time jobs in the night, just to support a home that is on the verge of collapse. Their youth is like a diary filled with poems. One page is the quiet time of reading historical books side by side in the library, and the other page is the late-night whispers of supporting each other in the corridor of the hospital. Jiang Suihe wrapped his scars with tenderness and responded to malice with tenacity; Xu Qingchuan struggled between responsibility and dreams, trying to break free from the invisible shackles left by his father. In the winter of my senior year in high school, the news that my father was ill was like a sudden snowfall, covering all plans and fantasies. Jiang Suihe's historical notes became Xu Qingchuan's source of inspiration for reorganizing the family culture, and Xu Qingchuan's persistence finally melted his father's frozen gaze for many years. They learned as they grew up that love is not about dependence, but about standing side by side. When Qingmei finally gets married, the years are still gentle.
Mission: campus, youth, growth