The chirping of cicadas in Qingshiban Lane overturned eight years of silence. When Xia Wanxing knocked on the door of Lu Ze's old house with a bag of green oranges, she realized that the love that was cut off by moving was never a one-man show. A bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus soup warms the late autumn and warms eight years of grudges; the promise between the hooked fingers under the orange tree in childhood, the brushing of shoulders through the rain curtain in the rainy alley, and the little fingers interlocking again in the twilight of the old home, piece together the heartbeat that the two have hidden for eight years. It turns out that what she thought was a one-person crush was always a two-way affair between two people. "Hang yourself with a hook, and it won't change for a hundred years." The late confession finally made the evening star fall back to the old corner of the eaves, and the love that went round and round was not lost to time after all.
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Purpose: To tell the story of the two-way secret love in youth, to explain that sincerity will not be defeated by distance and time, and the childhood promise will eventually become a life-long commitment.