"I'm Xiaotonghuayou, what's your name?"
The tung blossoms were falling in the summer, and the little girl Tong Yan raised her face and stuffed the tung blossom lock she had knitted by herself into the boy's palm.
He Suo lowered his eyes quietly, the boy's name concealed his parents' expectations: to lock away sorrow and sail freely.
They are childhood sweethearts who grew up together. Those days were full of delicate and tender sweetness. Tong Yan always called him Brother Suo with a smile, and He Suo called her Huahua. The two agreed under the tung blossom tree that He Suo would ask for a new lock for her when he was free in the future.
But no one knows that the bright flowers hide heavy secrets. He Suo was seriously ill when he was young and needed money urgently. Tong Yan secretly worked around and anonymously funded his treatment. She stretched her body bit by bit, swallowed the pain alone, and still accompanied He Suo through the most difficult time, watching him slowly recover.
Tung flowers bloom every year, but the banquet will come to an end.
An unexpected illness occurred, and Tong Yan vomited blood and fell down in He Suo's arms. He Suo rushed into the emergency room with her in his arms, and hurriedly went out to borrow money, but before he could collect the money, Huahua had left forever.
After many years, the tung flowers are blooming again. He Suo stayed alone in the empty old house, rummaging through dusty wooden boxes, his fingertips covered in dust.
He repeated in a low voice, calling the person who would never respond again:
"I can't find the tung flower lock you gave me, Yan."
In this life, He Suo wanted to lock away his sorrow and run to a distant place.
In the end, only a short-lived feast of tung flowers and endless longing for the rest of my life were locked up.
Concept: The pure love of a young man can be protected at all costs, and parting will leave memories that will never fade away.
