What color was the rain at the end of that summer? Is it the ashes of farewell to freedom, or the transparency of meeting you?
Lingchuan's seventeenth year began with an unreasonable idea - he had to eat ice cream before school started. She sat in front of the window of McDonald's, using the coldness of the cone to comfort her anxiety about the future. Her name is watery, she was born on a rainy day, and she is destined to cross paths with a young man whose name is watery - He Miao.
This is a story about youth. It's about countless "first" heart-pounding moments, and it's also about countless "last" ignorant farewells. It's about how we clumsily understand the world while frantically searching for ourselves during that hot and gentle youth.
If you also remember the cicadas chirping outside the classroom window, the secretly exchanged notes, and the person who made your heart skip a beat. Well, this story is for you too. ——"That's not a story, it's the yesterday we spent together."
Intention: Youth, positivity, meeting yourself