Rewind the clock to 10 years ago.

It was the carefree college years of Zhang Jiaze, Song Yazhu, Wang Zhonggang, Bei Ziqing, Meng Furong and a group of young friends. At that time, they were both studying at the same university.

When Bei Ziqing was 18 years old, she had a sweet secret. This secret is like a ripple that falls into the lake of her calm and pure heart, washing up ripples in circles.

As soon as the autumn wind rises, the leaves of the ginkgo trees on the university campus are golden and fluttering in the wind. The winter sun shines on those leaves, which is indescribably amazing, and the leaves of the ginkgo biloba tree, which are so thrillingly yellow, seem to be just a tree, and have become an ocean.

Bei Ziqing still remembers that day clearly—no matter where she goes, no matter how old she is—she will still remember that day accurately and clearly, as if it happened yesterday.

On that day, the warm winter sun shone obliquely on the lawn of the campus, and around the lawn, there was a circle of tall ginkgo trees, under which 18-year-old Bie Ziqing was sitting on a bench, holding a book of prose in her hand, looking at it casually. The surroundings are very quiet, and even if there are students walking by, it is as if they are walking in a silent world.

Suddenly, a deep baritone broke the silence of the autumn evening. In just a moment, Bei Ziqing's heart was fascinated by the magnetic, pure baritone. It was the voice of the school radio station, deep and low, melting into the sunset that was so warm that it almost brought people to tears. Bei Ziqing closed the collection of essays in her hand, slowly raised her head, her eyes were like a lake, gently skimming the lawn, passing the ginkgo treetops, passing the quiet and calm teaching building, skimming the warm sky and mountains, at that moment, she felt that her soul had flown up.

That charming voice slowly tells a beautiful and sad love story. Don't Ziqing listened quietly, feeling inexplicably moved and relieved. Until the end of the story, a brisk campus song sounded on the radio, the most popular "Winter Love Song" of that era, every note in the song is so pure, pure and shiny, pure and pure without a trace of impurities, just like the heart of an 18-year-old girl who is not Ziqing. In the song, an aria sounds: is this the forgiveness of fate, or is it another ill-intentioned joke?

Since then, Bei Ziqing slowly began to like to walk alone, on the campus Lin **, you can always see Bei Ziqing wearing a windbreaker, her hands in the pockets of the windbreaker, her soft black hair is like a black waterfall draped over her shoulders, and the heart of an 18-year-old girl slowly has the first thing in her life. Gradually, she began to pay attention to the opening time of the campus radio station, began to pay attention to every move of the campus radio station, as long as she heard that unique baritone, she would choose a quiet corner, somewhere on campus, quietly and exclusively enjoy that rich and deep baritone.

She wondered, what kind of person is the owner of this voice? Is it handsome, tall, and handsome, or is it short and average? With so many love stories broadcast, will he also have those unforgettable love experiences like the people in the story?

Although he was in a quiet corner, although he was just a person, Bei Ziqing's heart was surging, like thousands of horses galloping across the grassland, like a thousand sails rushing across the sea. The ignorant and pure freshman year passed so quietly. In retrospect, it was a rare good time in her life.

During the winter vacation of her freshman year, she locked herself in her room, unwilling to participate in various class reunions, and her mind had begun to fall in love with someone, to be exact, with someone's voice. We always like someone when we are young, and it has nothing to do with vigorous love, or even so far away from love. It's so plain, but after many years, you're on different sides, but the person in your heart still hasn't gone far.

Don't Ziqing began to pay attention to her appearance, buy more expensive cosmetics, like to dress up, like to apply yellow to the mirror, like to look at her smooth skin and lower abdomen, and also buy some fashion magazines, learn to dress up, a girl, slowly have unrequited love. She began to eagerly look forward to going back to school, hoping to hear that voice one day sooner.

Time is as slow as a snail, and I finally waited for the day of school. However, it has been four or five days in a row, and the radio station seems to be dumb, and there has been no sound for a long time. The days of those days were more difficult than the college entrance examination, and Bei Ziqing was strolling around the campus, and behind the seemingly casual look, there was a burning and restless heart.

Finally, in the evening, the sound of the radio station began to sound again. At that moment, the joy in Bei Ziqing's heart could not be described in words. She dragged a long shadow, listening to the familiar voice coming from the radio. On the lawn, there are still crystal clear dew drops on the blades of grass, just like the crystal clear heart of Bei Ziqing. Looking around, there are young and energetic faces. Every word and every note in the radio is like a pearl, falling on the jade plate in Bie Ziqing's heart, jingling. It seemed that in an instant, her heart melted and bloomed.

What kind of boy is a person with such a voice?