In the back row of the classroom in the midsummer of that year, chalk dust mixed with the unexplained entanglements of the young people covered the table, and the last bell cut off all the unfinished words.
... Cui Ya stood in the middle of the flower field, her light-colored skirt was lifted by the wind, and her hair was stained with a few drops of morning dew. The fingertips were gently touching a half-opened flower bud, and the side of the face was buried in the layers of petals. Ye Jing stood on the stone road down the slope for a long time. He suddenly remembered that many years ago, she had raised a pot of hyacinths on the classroom window sill, which was also lavender. He always took advantage of her not paying attention and secretly fiddled with the narrow leaves.
It turns out that there are some unspoken entanglements, just like the memories hidden in the bulbs of hyacinths. Even though they are separated by mountains, seas and years, they will always arrive as scheduled at a certain flowering period, with a bit of hasty grandeur and a silence that doesn't know how to end.
Concept: As time goes by, the unresolved past and secret emotions are quietly revived through the moment of reunion in the hyacinth flower field.