If midsummer is the most beautiful season of the year, then midsummer is the most beautiful beginning in Xu Xu's memory. He clearly remembers every summer day in that small town, the smile and troubles of the boy, the white school uniform, the large sycamore leaves, running and hugging in the sun, and the first cautious kiss. All good things begin in summer. Including his love, that was the first and last time.
Xu Xu thought, it would be nice if all the time could stay in that summer deep in the memory. That way, he could have that boy for a longer time.