Amidst the chirping of cicadas at the age of seventeen, Wen Zhiyao hid his love for Xu Chao in the sketchbook full of his profile, and in the panicked eyes that averted every time they met in the corridor. She didn't know that the boy who was always sweating on the basketball court quietly changed his choice to the same university as her in order to be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with her.
During his college years, the sudden childhood sweetheart and family marriage rumors extinguished Wen Zhiyao's expectations like a heavy rain. Seeing Xu Chao and Miss Qianjin having sex, she put her mind away with tears in her eyes and turned to the world of fashion design. The radiant singer Xu Chao on the stage used love songs to tell her unknown attachment, and every note was calling her name.
"Fool, all my songs are about you. ""
""Nice painting. ""
""But the modeling fee has to be paid with milk tea. ""
""Designer Wen, the chorus of this song is about the white dress you always love to wear. ""
""Every song I have sung over the years has been sung for you. ""
"Grandma said before she left that if she didn't open her mouth, she would lose the most precious midsummer in the world. ""
""This time, it's my turn to sing all my thoughts to you. ""
"It turns out that those sour misunderstandings are all a joke played by time. You thought his world was full of flowers, but you didn't know that he wrote all his tenderness into songs that he sang to you."
——The midsummer sealed by the years will eventually be unsealed, and all the unspoken likes will be reunited in the depths of time.
Concept: The story is based on the dislocation and reunion of two-way secret love, explaining that "love is never a one-way journey." Wen Zhiyao and Xu Chao each hid their thoughts in the ignorance of youth, weaving a secret bond with paintbrushes and singing, but they were separated from each other by misunderstanding and reality. But time will eventually reveal the answer - those undeclared feelings, those silent guardianships across mountains and seas, have all condensed into two-way tenderness in the tempering of time. When the truth penetrates the fog, we see: true love never dissipates due to distance or misunderstanding, but blooms into a summer that illuminates each other's lives in waiting and persistence.