In the late autumn of 2008, in the mobile business hall of a university in Xuzhou, Guabao behind the counter met Bai Zixi, a student who came to recharge his phone bill. He didn't even dare to say his name, but he read the test MMS sent by her dozens of times that night; she opened a lot of business for him out of anger, but she didn't know that this boy had fallen in love with her at first sight from the first day of school.
Love at the age of seventeen is fierce. More than a thousand text messages, the couple's private space, the little nest full of stickers, the strawberry-flavored first kiss, the crooked umbrella on a rainy day, the figure waiting for her outside the Internet cafe late at night - they loved passionately in every way they could think of. But young love always stumbles in the face of reality. The independent decision after the unexpected pregnancy, the unspeakable pressure, the gradually cooling response, and finally in the "thinking" in the dormitory corridor, they separated in the winter of nineteen years old.
Many years later, at the Bandit Fish House in Tobe Mountain, across a plate of fish that had not changed in taste, he finally told her the real reason for their breakup. She was finally relieved - it turned out that all those years of confusion and pain had answers.
This is a story about youth and growth, about the throb of meeting, the sweetness of falling in love, the pain of loss, and the relief of finally being able to make peace with the past after many years. In those years, cardamom would last forever. Don't take what you said too seriously, every lovely moment you have ever had truly existed. The boy in a white shirt chasing after him on a bicycle will forever remain in the summer of his eighteenth year. And those memories soaked in summer cannot be dried even after countless summers.
Intention: The person in youth will always stop at the age of seventeen, and I have learned to move forward with that summer.