The freezer at home locked the secrets of Jiang Wang's entire adolescence - the confession letter hidden at the bottom of the orange soda can, the three-color popsicles that were rubbed off by Lin Xiaxia's shirt, and the ninety-nine candy wrappers stacked in the glass jar, with one sentence neatly written on them - I love you.
The cicada sloughs were still clinging to the root of the old wall, and the freezer suddenly couldn't lock the secret - the three-month expired orange soda, with a pop, the unfinished summer of seventeen years old exploded.
Concept: The past of youth