"Qin Wen! I like you!"
Gu Siyi stood under the sycamore tree, the wind blew the hem of the boy's clothes, and the sun shone down, and the boy expressed his love wantonly. After such a long time, he knew his feelings, and he was very sure that he liked this young man named Qin Wen.
Concept: A young man's love blows with the wind, wanton and passionate