In the rural courtyard of the 1990s, time was slow and the days were gentle and long.
Song Weizhi is the most favored youngest daughter in the family.
Lin Fan was fostered at his aunt's house.
"No one wants me anymore," he said.
Wei Zhi stared at a tear falling from his cheek to the ground.
The water droplets shattered and soaked the sand on the ground.
Wei Zhi stared at the muddy water soaked with tears and had an idea.
She walked over to him and sat on the swing together. Grab the rope and swing hard with your feet.
He looked at her with wet eyes, his eyes red.
"Now you are mine." Xiao Weizhi looked at him with sincerity on his face.
Many years later, the small courtyard is no longer there.
But the boy she picked up back then was still there.
They stayed together for a long time to keep their original promise.
Intention: Picking up green plum blossoms in the small courtyard and keeping them company year after year.
