In the warm light of the art room, there is always the unspoken thoughts of the young man.
Xia Zhiwen held the brush, thinking that youth was just the colors gradually blurring out on the drawing board, but on a snowy Christmas Eve, he bumped into Zhou Chi's snowy eyes. He didn't understand Monet's light and shadow, but he remembered the paint she mentioned casually; no matter how hard he played basketball, he would take a long way to buy her hot cocoa; he filled her profile in the physics problem book, but when she looked away, he quietly turned red at the base of his ears.
The appearance of transfer student Xu Yan is like a precise sketch, breaking into her world with professional brushwork. He understands the cobalt blue and titanium white in her palette, and can discuss the textures of Impressionism with her, but he cannot read the clumsy sunshine hidden in her paintings that belongs to another person.
From the studio of No. 30 Middle School to the exhibition hall of the art museum, from the excited basketball game of the teenagers to the lamp on late at night, their story unfolds slowly over the course of ninety chapters. There is silence when misunderstanding, anxiety when confessing, heavy snow when separation, and choking when they meet again.
It turns out that the most touching thing is not the precise brushstrokes, but the young man who always hides "I'm afraid you are tired" in the details; the longest thing is not the waiting, but the fact that he crossed the mountains and seas, just to say the late "forever" to her alone.
In the end, all the unopened thoughts became the stitches on the wedding dress, sewn into a perfect shape under the sunshine of Chapter 90.
Concept: The unspoken feelings and distance in youth