The old wind of Banyan Tree Lane hides the moonlight brewed by seventeen-year-old green plums. On the eve of the college entrance examination, Lin Suisui suddenly understood that the answers to the math problems that Jiang Yanchi had taught her to solve all lead to the same unnamed summer.
The coffee stains on the mottled wooden table in the library smudged into the 52nd degree north latitude time zone, and the sweaty shirt of the boy behind the finish line of the sports field was soaked with the excitement of adolescence. The evening breeze on the rooftop rolled up the formula paper, and the moonlight wrote passwords in the gaps between trigonometric functions. It was not until the young man's mind broke through the morning fog that Lin Suisui suddenly realized that those pretended to be unintentional touches were all proof questions carefully designed by the young man.
At the last bell of New Year's Eve, the whiskey in the glass shattered the moonlight nine thousand kilometers away. Jiang Yanchi's fingers wrapped around the warmth of her hair, and he finally said the second half of the sentence that he had not said under the banyan tree ten years ago. From then on, the rain in London always fell on the dusk in Jiangnan, and the 365 hand-folded stars in the suitcase lit up one after another despite the time difference.
The Morse code hidden between the stitches of the scarf, the yellowed letter in the time capsule, and the words "I..." Spoken simultaneously during the video call have all become the theorem that they have spent their lives trying to solve: when two-way secret love ferments into aging over the years, the tide is just a pendulum timing the reunion.
This is not only the clumsy lovesickness of young people, but also the concentric circles drawn by two lonely souls with a radius of ten years in the coordinate system of fate.
Concept: The blazing heat hidden in the folds of time will eventually break out of the cocoon. Two green plum trees growing away from each other turn around on a moonlit night, exchanging seventeen years of silent gaze for a magnanimous embrace.