The wind in September carried the scent of soap locust in the military training uniform and hit Lin Weiyan's seventeenth year.
She is a shy girl who says the wrong level of sweetness in a milk tea shop, and he is a cool young man who is dazzling on the court but talks little. From the words "dance" and "basketball" on the class meeting registration form, to the tacit understanding of sharing a cup of three-point sugar bubble milk tea; from the iced sour plum soup handed down from the dormitory downstairs, to the morning light when the national flag guard team stood side by side during training.
In the youth of eight boys and girls, there is Lin Weiyan's smiling eyes under Shen Juan's camera, his shooting back that she secretly saved, and the unspoken "good night" in the night breeze.
This is a story about summer, military training and heartbeat - it turns out that even the strongest sunshine cannot fade the gentleness that grows quietly.
