In the south in September, the chirping of cicadas is still dragging the tail of midsummer, and the transfer student Yang Nuo huddles in the corner of the classroom, like a cat soaked in the rain. After taking a year off from school, he was left with lingering gloom and ranked last on the monthly exam list. Even when he cried late at night, he had to cover his mouth tightly for fear of disturbing others.
Until he met Mu Hui, the class monitor who always ranked first in his grade. He was cold and dazzling, but he happened to notice this inconspicuous corner. He handed him the first pack of mint-flavored tissues, sat in the back row of the classroom and taught him function questions all afternoon, signed him up for a recitation program that was deep in his heart, stood with him under the eaves in the autumn rain, and said, "I don't have to hide and cry alone in the future."
He brought light little by little into the world where Yang Nuo was sinking at the bottom of the well, and for the first time, the step-by-step scholar had his heart beat for someone. From tutoring under the sycamore tree, to looking at each other on the stage of the art festival, from the moonlight in the old house in the ancient town, to the weekly trips to high school, the two teenagers, at the purest age, carved each other's names into the long years to come.
This is their mint-flavored summer: cool and sweet, it is the beginning of a young man's heartbeat, starting from a pack of tissues and running gently for fifteen years. The story of the first season stopped in the shade of the sycamore tree when they were sixteen, and the "we" that belonged to them had just started.
Concept: The pure love of young people running in both directions