On the plane from Houston to Detroit, I found the protagonist of "When the Grapes Are Ripe". I have always wanted to write a story about Eason Chan's "When the Grapes Are Ripe", and finally discovered that there was such a person in my life who happened to be there. He is mediocre, he struggles, he has been waiting... Here, I mixed and created a story, allowing him to mature, and hoping that he can go on with tenacity. This story is dedicated to Uncle Yao. I thought about it for a long time. I decided whether the name of the story should be Uncle Yao's favorite song - "Way Back Into Love" or "When the Grapes Are Ripe". I finally decided to use "When the Grapes Are Ripe". This is a story about falling again and again, and waiting and waiting again. Grape ripening requires climate, sweat, and a waiting heart. Everyone has been bitter, and no one has. (There is bullshit, life is sometimes bullshit, and this may not just be a love story)
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