Summer of 2023, Yuncheng.
A basketball knocked down her acceptance letter.
When he bent down to pick it up and handed it back to her, the tips of his ears were red.
She later learned that he had met her before that summer.
——In the recitation competition in the first year of junior high school, she stood on the stage and he sat under the stage, listening to the whole thing quietly.
Later, they had many meals together, walked many times on the playground, and talked in the corridor after lights out.
What happens next?
Have no idea.
The summer in Yuncheng is very long, long enough to recall a name in my heart many times.
But summer will pass, and so will people.
But the mountain is still there.
This is a youthful love that has nothing to do with the excitement.
It was a belated understanding at the age of seventeen, after countless hesitations, struggles, and self-doubts.
In the boundless chaos, the girl slowly stopped criticizing herself, and finally recognized, accepted, and fulfilled her own growth history.
The wind blows through the camphor leaves, and the confusion of seventeen or eighteen years old finally finds its way home.
We will eventually make gentle peace with our imperfect selves.
[Campus·Group portrait·Slow heat·Blank·Open ending]
Purpose: About encounters, hesitations and growth at the age of seventeen or eighteen - slowly recognizing oneself in chaos