Hidden in the chirping of cicadas by the Yuanshui River are three names strung together by fate: Jiang Yuan clutched half a koi hairpin and counted fallen leaves under the camphor tree; Cheng Jin stood on the flag-raising platform with the bracelet between her wrists and the notch of her hairpin spelling out "CJ"; Cheng Jin swung through the corridor with an orange in her mouth, and the light spots of her earrings fell between the folds of her school uniform. When I was seven years old, under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, my neighbor's brother said, "The smell of orange is my taste." However, the boy who reunited nine years later smiled and pushed away the orange soda: "I'm allergic."
Concept: Youthful crush
