Under the old locust tree in Qingxi County, the broken 28th bar broke the boundary between the two worlds. The girl in the white shirt in the county party committee compound, the rough boy at the car repair stall in Huaixiang, their stories begin with a rusty chain, passing through the dim street lights after evening self-study, and passing by the drifting stones on the river beach, but they are finally torn apart by the class gap. The red rope bracelet was clenched until it was hot, and the unsent note paper was rolled up. The wind of this summer blew away the fragrance of locust flowers and also blew away the unspoken love. Youth is a grand miss. When summer comes to an end, people are gone and it's hard to calm down.
Concept: The imprint of youth in the county