The summer in Wancheng is very long, so long that it seems like it will never end.
The sycamore trees in the old alley grow along the Huaihe River, and their branches and leaves cover the path after school, as well as the shadows of two teenagers standing side by side.
They once shared the same gust of wind at dusk and watched the same sunset on the embankment.
Hide the heartbeat that you dare not say out into the chirping of cicadas, the shade of trees and the slowly flowing Huai River.
Later, the wind stopped, the cicadas became mute, and the parasol trees fell to the ground.
The teenagers walked out of the alley, crossed the river, and walked towards the distance without each other.
It turned out that we had some encounters,
Just enough to grow in the old alleys of Wancheng, just enough to bloom in the shade of Tong,
Just enough to stay in that summer when phoenix trees grew in the Huaihe River.
Intent: Encounters and partings in youth, some love can only grow in a specific time and place, and become a lifelong look back and treasure.