The chirping of cicadas tore apart the midsummer of seventeen years old. Ruan Qinghe clutched the cellophane wrapper that had been hidden for ten years. Looking at the sweat stains on the back collar of Ji Huaizhou's school uniform, he suddenly remembered the plum candy he shared under the old locust tree at the entrance of the alley. The sour juice mixed with sweetness exploded on the tip of the tongue, just like their entangled youth - he always handed her a band-aid with body temperature when she was bullied, but turned around and ran away when she mustered up the courage; she secretly carved his name on the desk, and when he came closer, she smeared it into white snow with correction fluid in a panic.
It takes ten years to brew a pot of plum wine, which makes the morning and evening drunk and my thoughts drunk. Until the rainy graduation night, Ji Huaizhou blocked her behind a rusty iron door and brushed the corners of her red eyes with his fingertips: "Qinghe, is it too late for me to chase you this time?" It turns out that all the missed encounters were long-planned reunions, but time has long since turned sweetness into sourness, and regrets have been tempered into sweetness.
Concept: Childhood sweethearts, two-way secret love