In Huilong, the top university is Jinling. When Firefly came here for the first time, she fell in love with its natural design. In spring, pear blossom branches will protrude from inside. In summer, mottled tree shadows are cast, and in autumn, yellow leaves fall leisurely in front of my mother's shop. In winter, the bent branches are covered with snow, and the cold wind blows. There was a creaking sound. But she didn't have a student ID card and couldn't enter Jinling. But my sister does. When she first met Meng Ying. Dad was stuffing a bottle of frozen iced tea into her schoolbag. Meng Ying wears her hair in a high ponytail, but the ends still fall to her waist. Then she would turn to her and smile. It was a very pure smile, as sacred as a pear blossom. Yingcao, who first came to this home at the age of seven, watched Meng Ying enter the decorated door of Huaping. And my father went with me because he is a teacher. Dad would caress Meng Ying's head, talk and laugh, and disappear through the crowd...