In the autumn of 2008, on the first day when Gu Huaian transferred to another school, his first sight was Lin Wan, the girl wrapped in the scent of osmanthus by the window.
The confession under the black umbrella, the waiting by the playground, the meeting across most of Beijing every Friday - he used every detail to tell her: There will be no trouble in your matter.
Separated from a foreign country, undercurrents of business wars, and the pain that he had concealed for ten years, he carried all the secrets alone and moved forward. Until the thermos bucket on the set hit the ground, lotus root and pork ribs soup spilled all over the floor, and he fainted in front of her.
From the fragrance of osmanthus at the age of seventeen to under the osmanthus tree at the age of thirty-seven - it took him twenty years to cover the entire distance from heartbeat to bald head.
Luck is not a gift from God, but I love you.
Concept: Love is in the details, not in the ostentation. Time will not dilute love, time will shape love. Letting go doesn't mean that you don't love anymore, it means you love in a different way.