Beside the meandering tributaries of the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River, there is a small town surrounded by sycamore trees and gardenias - Qingmang Town. The old-fashioned railway tracks pass through the center of the town. Whenever the green train roars past, the iron bells next to the platform will jingle, awakening the cicadas hidden in the cracks in the wall. Summer here always carries the humidity of the river and the fragrance of gardenia flowers.
Ye Zhixia has lived with her grandmother in an old courtyard in the west of the town since she was a child. The white walls and black tiles are filled with gardenias she cultivated herself, with a mysterious light blue color on the edges of the petals. As the top liberal arts student at Qingmang Middle School, she works part-time at a convenience store during the day and spends her nights in the attic translating anthologies of niche poetry. The windowsill is filled with old film cameras she has collected.
Pei Zhaoye is the "alien" who suddenly breaks in. This transfer student, who carries a picture folder, holds a basketball, and always has a pick in the side pocket of his schoolbag, rents the attic next door to Ye Zhixia's house. His balcony was separated from hers only by a rusty iron railing, and the sweatshirts on the clothesline were often blown into the other's potted plants by the wind. Rumor has it that he was once the main player of the provincial youth basketball team, won the gold medal in the municipal painting competition, and could also use a wood-colored retro guitar to play a melody that intoxicated the entire alley in the dusk. The strings have a warm luster that has been polished by the years, and the yellowed stickers are faintly visible on the resonance box, as if there are countless unspoken stories hidden there. But he suddenly transferred here from a big city and always rushed to the abandoned concrete court with a basketball in his arms at dusk.
Intent: Two-way secret love