There are many stories in Hualan Street. The old people in the neighborhood often gather together, swaying cattail leaf fans, and talk about which family's children and their parents' stories.
Dirty half-year-old children gathered on the side of the road to play. You pushed him, he pushed me, the youngest looked over there, the ones who fell sat on the ground crying, and the adults sat in the room laughing.
Two lonely souls, accompanying each other in childhood and adolescence.
It's a reunion and a first encounter.
When you were a kid, you tricked me into sucking ballpoint pen refills. I sucked a mouth full of ink, got a beating, and then bit your face with snot and tears.
When you grew up, you tilted your head and smiled at me, pointing at the blue marks on your arms from tiger teeth, and blackmailing me into losing your affection.
Modern, focusing on the story of growing up and campus
Realistic, neither sadistic nor sweet, a plain story
Wen Helin × Guanze
Concept: A plain little story