The cicadas chirped especially loudly on my eighteenth birthday. Wen Yu was caught off guard by the LED halo of the supermarket freezer when she saw Lu Jichuan, her high school crush for three years. This midsummer afternoon soaked with popsicles fermented into a secret ceremony about growth and heartbeat. When the supermarket promotion pile suddenly collapsed, Wen Yu finally understood that some throbbing was like melted glass candy wrapper. The more he tried to hide it, the more it reflected thousands of stars in the sun.
Concept: Use midsummer as a container to hold the most secret throbbing of youth and the sharpest shedding of growth. The secrets hidden in the hearts of those girls will eventually melt in love - it turns out that the real heat of midsummer does not come from the chirping of cicadas at 37 degrees, but from the way we clumsily and sincerely collide with each other in love.