In the summer when he was eighteen years old, Lin Qingshu returned to his mother's hometown of Baixiong County.
It gets dark very slowly here, and the clouds move very slowly. She met a boy who was like a star in the mountains. He didn't talk much. He would bring her a bowl of ginger soup in the rain late at night, and he would also press an unspeakable promise on a green walnut.
Over the years, she traveled to many places, but no summer could compare to the one in White Bear County.
That summer, at sunrise under the pine trees, his ears secretly turned red.
Concept: Some stars, if you see them once, you will never forget them