In the summer when they were eighteen years old, under the plane tree, they each hid their volunteer lists, thinking that fulfilling each other's wishes was the best answer. No one said anything, but it went in a different direction from then on.
We met again five years later. She was eating cold lunch boxes in the duty room of a tertiary hospital, and he was in a daze in the office looking at endless materials to write. One is a graduate student from both non-Chinese backgrounds, and the other is a young civil servant who has just become a full-time official. Their lives are far from glamorous, and they are just barely able to maintain the dignity of an adult.
Because of an old incident, the two met again. There was no earth-shattering reversal, no sudden counterattack - it was just that late at night after working overtime, they suddenly discovered that the two people who had been desperately thinking about each other had forgotten to ask their little selves what they wanted.
The story of ordinary people, the reunion of ordinary people, ordinary, but just right
Concept: The sourness of growing up