July is on fire, and the midsummer sunshine has evaporated all the sticky humidity in Dongjiang City, leaving only the transparent light and heat, which is the beginning of youth.
Seventeen-year-old Tong Fei met seventeen-year-old Zhou Tianyi. There was no romance, only passion. That sincerity shines brightly in the depths of memory.
Ten years later, the glorious years have passed. At the end of youth, who is waving in the distance and who is refusing to say goodbye. The lost self is hard to find. Under the layers of disguise, how much is true and how much is false.
Perhaps there is no way to distinguish between true and false, only the summer of flowing fire remains, year after year.
The green sky is woven into a brocade, and in the faint green light, people are still the same person, and that's enough.