I'm in Wuha, and the whole internet is shipping me and Song Yuqi as a couple.

The iron gate bounced back heavily from behind.

Song Yuqi rushed out of the photography building, a cold wind hitting her face.

She was still clutching the old pen with the strawberry sticker on it tightly in her palm.

Tears welled up in my eyes and fell onto the back of my hand, leaving a warm touch.

She ran along the wide cement road, looking around as she went.

"Jiang Che!"

"Jiang Che, you come out here!"

The empty park was filled only with the howling sea wind, and no one answered her.

Song Yuqi sniffed and hastily wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeve.

She had just run to the crossroads in the middle of the park when the streetlights overhead suddenly made a soft click.

Immediately afterwards, all the streetlights in the entire film and television base went out at the same time.

The landscape lights on the red brick buildings in the distance also went out.

As far as the eye could see, all the light vanished instantly, leaving only darkness.

Song Yuqi was so frightened that she stopped in her tracks and stood frozen in place.

"Why is there a power outage?"

She turned around to look at the photography building behind her.

The building behind us was also pitch black, not even the green light for the emergency exit was on.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the sound of waves crashing against the shore in the distance.

Song Yuqi gripped the pen tightly, her heart pounding faster.

After the harsh noise, came a slightly awkward guitar strumming sound.

The sound quality sounds somewhat outdated, with background noise from old-fashioned recording equipment.

Immediately afterwards, a boy's distinctive voice, characteristic of puberty, spread through the night sky via the radio.

"Feed? Feed? Try the microphone."

"Today's recording is the seventh rejected draft. Just playing around with it. Don't laugh if it's not well-written."

The boy's voice was still a bit raw, but his pitch was remarkably steady.

Song Yuqi's breathing stopped.

This is Jiang Che's voice during his first year of high school.

He had only been learning guitar for a short time then, and he would hide in the old auditorium at school every day to record his own music.

On the radio, the sound of a guitar flowed gently, and a boy hummed an off-key melody.

"In the summer breeze blowing across the playground, who wrote their name on their palm..."

Song Yuqi opened her eyes wide, and tears welled up again.

She lowered her head, and suddenly a faint blue glow appeared on the ground at her feet.

A row of arrow-shaped fluorescent floor stickers extends forward from the center of the road.

A blue ribbon of light spreads along the ground, leading straight to the old street on the west side.

Song Yuqi froze on the spot, covering her mouth with both hands.

The guitar music continued playing on the radio, and the boy's voice was clean and pure.

She looked down at the blue arrow at her feet and tentatively took her first step.

As her shoe landed on the first arrow, the spotlight in the first shop window by the roadside lit up.

It was a glass display case.

Behind the transparent glass, a yellowed letter is displayed.

A line of neat handwriting was written in black fountain pen on the letter paper:

"Jiang Che, may I borrow your math notes? I'll return them to you during the first period tomorrow."

In the lower right corner of the letter, there is a drawing of a Shiba Inu with its tongue sticking out.

That was the first note she wrote to Jiang Che at the beginning of her first year of high school.

Song Yuqi reached out and pressed her hand against the cold glass, tears silently streaming down her face.

"That idiot... he even kept this."

She sniffed and continued walking along the glowing floor stickers.

After walking ten meters, the lights in the second display case came on.

Inside was a transparent acrylic box containing a messy musical score manuscript.

The back of the manuscript was covered with red corrections, and in the very center was written a sentence:

"It's poorly written and doesn't do justice to her voice. It's scrapped and rewritten."

The date is marked as the eve of the arts festival for the second year of high school.

Song Yuqi looked at the words, burst into laughter through her tears, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

That year, she participated in a campus singing competition and searched everywhere for songs that suited her.

Jiang Che said he didn't have time to write, but in private he revised the draft again and again.

The guitar sound on the radio gradually transformed into a modern piano melody.

Song Yuqi quickened her pace and walked forward along the glowing corridor.

The third display case lights up.

Hanging inside was a pair of bamboo chopsticks stained with red oil, next to a photograph.

In the photo, Jiang Che is intently using chopsticks to tie her hair into a bun.

The fourth display case lights up.

Inside was a blue blindfold, with a line of handwritten text next to it:

"As long as you're in front of me, I can walk the whole way even with my eyes closed."

Those were props they used when carrying out missions on the streets of Chongqing.

The fifth display case lights up.

Inside was the cut red elastic rope and the safety buckle for the tandem bungee jump.

The brass plate on the clasp is engraved with two lines of text:

"When I jumped from the ten-meter-high platform, my heart rate was 138."

"It's not because I'm scared, it's because you're in my arms."

Song Yuqi clutched her chest, tears streaming down her face.

All the grievances, all the misunderstandings, the neglect and arguments during the day, all found their answers at this moment.

This is not a recording accident.

This wasn't forced upon us by the production team.

This was a reunion that Jiang Che and everyone else had prepared for her, a reunion that spanned ten years.

Thirty display cases were set up along both sides of the two-kilometer-long street.

From the buttons on my high school uniform to my first record in the recording studio, and then to every iconic scene in a dating reality show.

He picked up every single one of those trivial details that she thought had long since vanished, carefully wiped them clean, and placed them in the most conspicuous place.

Song Yuqi walked and looked around, crying uncontrollably.

"Jiang Che, you big liar..."

She sniffled and muttered a curse under her breath, but her steps quickened.

The clock tower at the end of the street is getting closer and closer.

The entire clock tower was now enveloped in a beam of pale blue light.

The music on the radio gradually faded out.

Jiang Che's voice now came through the loudspeaker, clear and composed.

"Song Yuqi".

"Ten years ago on the playground, you asked me why I never wrote songs for you."

I said it's because you sing terribly.

Upon hearing this, Song Yuqi couldn't help but laugh out loud and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Actually, no.

Jiang Che's voice echoed throughout the street through the microphone.

"It's because I wanted to save the best song for you to sing today."

"Look up at the clock tower."

Song Yuqi immediately raised her head.

A white spotlight suddenly shone down on the rooftop terrace of the clock tower.

Jiang Che, dressed in a fitted black suit, stood in front of the railing, holding a microphone, looking down at her.

The evening breeze ruffled his collar, and he smiled slightly.

Song Yuqi stood at the end of the blue light trail, looking up with tears in her eyes.

The two looked at each other from dozens of meters above the ground.

Jiang Che slowly raised the microphone in his hand and gestured for her to go upstairs.

"Birthday star, are you done crying?"

"Come up after you're done crying, the cake's melting."

Song Yuqi wiped away her tears and shouted loudly towards the rooftop:

"Jiang Che, you're dead! Wait till I get up there and deal with you!"

She lifted her skirt and rushed into the clock tower without hesitation.