The beginning of the third year of high school in Qicheng Vocational High School always smells of sweet-scented osmanthus mixed with solder.
In the world of orphan Qi Yu, only the iron plates of the training building and the old silver locks of the orphanage are stable. Until she met Lin Xiaoman, the girl who always wore a light blue dress and would secretly stuff osmanthus candy into her canvas bag.
Together they picked osmanthus flowers in the morning mist, welded twisted iron flowers in the arc light of the studio, weaved bracelets with red rope, and folded stars into glass jars. Lin Xiaoman said: "If I save a hundred stars, I will give them to you as a new star lantern." What Qi Yu did not say was that since he met her, his world has become brighter.
The days in high school are filled with subtle warmth: the weld seams gradually straightening under the welding gun, the daisies quietly embroidered on the cuffs of the school uniform, the hand-holding figures made with frosting on the birthday cake, and the two iron flowers welded together on the back of the old school sign.
When the registration form for the skills competition was filled with "duo", and when the sweet-scented osmanthus sugar was marinated throughout the autumn, the two girls discovered that some feelings had long been like the blend of iron and fire, welded into an inseparable form over time.
This is a story about growth and bonding. In the aroma of welding flowers and sweet-scented osmanthus, there is hidden the most gentle secret of two girls - it turns out that they like each other because they want to be with you, welding every ordinary day into something shining.
