The wind in Gardenia Lane, Lingtang Town, has been blowing for more than ten years, blowing the childhood sweethearts Xia Zhi and Gu Huai, and blowing them away when they were seventeen years old.
When he was a child, he was the little knight who protected her, and she was the little tail that stuck behind him. The bluestone road was filled with their playfulness, and there were countless little promises hidden under the old gardenia tree. But a class division caused the slowness and quietness of the liberal arts class to collide with the high-spirited basketball boy in the science class. The circles were separated, and the conversation gradually became sparse. The two familiar people became the most embarrassing strangers in the alley. They only nodded when they met, but secretly hid the awkward care of adolescence in their hearts.
Caught off guard in the morning mist, he inserted a gardenia-flavored band-aid, and the warmth between his fingertips became the beginning of a two-way heartbeat. The deliberate chance encounter at the soy milk stall, the following gazes on the side of the court, the gardenias in the bamboo basket, the worn basketball, all the cares are hidden in the small gestures of hesitating to speak. The seventeen-year-old likes, timid to speak out, sweet in testing each other.
But the storms of life suddenly came, the pressure of family changes, the panic of grandma's serious illness, and a missed league game made the two people who were originally timid to get close finally drift away. The unexpressed thoughts are buried in the fallen petals of Gardenia Lane.
Reunion ten years later, the old gardenia tree is still full of flowers, the embroidered wristband is still tied to the basketball bag, and the gardenia knot is still hanging on the tree. They each grew up to be their best, but they always kept that seventeen-year-old summer and the thoughts hidden in the gardenia in their hearts.
This love of youth in a small town is sweet in the details, regretful in missing it, and only the tenderness and sadness accumulated over the years remain.
Purpose: 1. Superficial conception: To write about the purity and restraint of adolescent secret love - the love of a seventeen-year-old is never a direct confession, but the gentle care hidden in "awkwardness, testing, and small gestures", which is the most authentic heartbeat in the youthful years.
2. Deeper intention: Youthful regret is the gentle background of growth - regret is never "failure", but makes this love more precious; missing is never "forgetting", but growing into a more calm self with this heart.
3. Core emotional concept: The bond of a small town is a gentle obsession that spans the years - the friendship between childhood sweethearts and the imprint of youth in a small town, even if it is not fully explained or completed, will become the warmest background in life, supporting each other through the long years.
Concept: The unexpressed love in youth is the gentlest obsession of time.