The breeze blows, the branches sway, the light and shadow on the ground change, and the fragrance of vegetation floats in the air.
The sycamore tree is entangled with wires, and you who burst into the camera with a long babbling tree, seem to be a small episode, but it is actually the beginning of the story between us.
An episode at a convenience store, a chance meeting at a hot pot restaurant to share a table, seeing each other while walking the dog, the fragrance of gardenias overflows, fate knocks on the door, and nothing can stop it. He Wenye, our story began in that summer, and the story is unfinished and out of control.
The scenery of the villa remains the same, we officially met, you broke into my lens and my world.
The disappearance of the sophomore year of high school, the ringing of the New Year's bell, us wrapped in the night, gorgeous under the fireworks, another story happened, bringing together my friends, they were frozen in the camera, and you suddenly appeared again.
My deskmates after transferring to another school, the songs playing in my headphones, the boring life of senior year, my secret was discovered by you, so we kept secrets from each other, we were frozen in the camera, happy graduation.
Summer night, breeze, secrets, drunkenness, heartbeat that cannot be hidden.
Throbbing, flustered, restless.
That summer when I didn't know where to go in the future, I discovered that, for sure, my feelings for you were more than just friends.
In college, luckily we were in the same school, and our interactions were even more intense than before. It was the same as usual, but my thoughts seemed to have changed a lot.
The summer wind keeps blowing, carrying the fragrance of gardenias and hugging us.
At the end of the story, you were walking beside me in a suit.
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I wish you well, I wish you well for the rest of your life. I wish you the best, because I have you in my life.
Concept: The cicadas are chirping in the scorching sun, youth is in the middle of summer, and the fragrance of gardenia is rich and sweet. The young man likes to hide in the gardenia garden day after day. Later I walked into summer and into you.