In winter, there are candied haws in the mouth and roasted sweet potatoes in the hands; in summer, there is ice watermelon in the stomach and the electric fan in the ear.
This is the four seasons of Tong Yu's life in the 1990s, and it is also her sweetest memory.
While the adults were in a hurry, the innocent Tong Yu sat on the small bench and recorded all this in the newly bought diary with the sweet taste of popsicles.
While going around and around, this diary came into Tong Yu's hands. Under the late night light, she seemed to be following this cute eight-year-old girl living a carefree life in the alley. However, what was a pity was that some of the contents of the diary were dirty and lost during the exchange, which always left her with a feeling of unfinished business.
These regrets seemed to fill in the blank fragments written by the girl in Tong Yu's dreams every night.
And that girl seemed to have come to her own world on the night she lost her memory...
Intention: Destiny is so bumpy, but luckily it has never failed us