It was an extremely ordinary small county town. There were sycamore trees on both sides of the streets. In the summer, the chirping of cicadas could keep people awake. Most people here know each other. The aunt who sells tofu in the vegetable market can name half of the children in the county. The bicycle repairman on the street corner always likes to shake the cattail leaf fan in the evening and watch the children chasing each other after school. The county town is not big, and it only takes forty minutes to walk from the east end to the west end. But it is a place like this that carries the youth and dreams of countless young people like you and me, and has also witnessed too many intertwining and separation of fates.
Concept: The growth of an ordinary girl