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The red oil pan in Kuanzhai Alley has been churning for three years. Su Wan is guarding the incense sticks left by her grandmother, and also guarding a secret love that cannot be seen. Jiang Yu is a designer who came to Chengdu to build ancient buildings, and it is also her thoughts hidden in the ice pink candy. The special oil dish she had prepared for three years and the brown sugar glutinous rice cakes she had warmed countless times could not be worth the words from his childhood sweetheart when he returned home, "Let's settle down." When he suddenly came to his senses and turned around, the bougainvillea at the entrance of the alley had bloomed and faded, and the girl who smiled and handed him the lottery under the red oil lamp was no longer there. He searched all over Jinli and Wangjiang Tower, but he could never find the Su Wan who brought all the fireworks of Chengdu into his tenderness.