Gardenia Blooms Late in Shanghai, and Orchids Bloom Late

The rain in Shanghai always smells like the rust of the copy machine. In the midsummer of that year, when Su Wanxing and Gu Huaizhou were reading Ogilvy together in the corridors of Aurora University, the sound of shared bicycle bells passed through the rain, like an accompaniment to the oath of youth. They believe that creativity can light up the giant screen on the Bund, but they don't know that the cold winter of the advertising industry is quietly approaching with the graduation season. In the ten-square-meter pavilion, Ogilvy posters could not cover up the mildew spots on the wallpaper, and only a pot of gardenia guarded the window sill. When the proposal was stolen by his boss, and when Huaizhou's stomach blood stained the draft document, Su Wanxing saw his distorted reflection on the glass curtain wall of the World Financial Center - it looked like a camellia, which would break into pieces when opened to the extreme. Until Xie Chenzhou appeared. The owner of Party A, wearing a Van Cleef & Arpels wristband, leaned over the tapestry screen of the Intangible Cultural Heritage Exhibition to tie her shoelaces, his Windsor knot shining with cold-toned perfume. He taught her how to cut an old cheongsam into the skin of the universe, but after she was tempted, he sneered: "A little local girl, give her a little starlight and she will be brilliant." When moving on a snowy night, the suitcase ran over six years. Huaizhou is still modifying the H5 page, while the rice dumplings are simmering in the kitchen, and the message "Gardenia is about to bloom" lights up on his phone. The fog in the Huangpu River swallowed up the scattered pearls of the Bulgari necklace, just like it swallowed up all false promises. Finally, on the riverside bicycle lane, they found new buds sprouting from the dead gardenia branches. The giant screen on the other side is playing a jointly created Coca-Cola advertisement, and the window sills between the pavilions are hidden between the frames. It turns out that all great creativity will eventually fade, but the sunset chased by shared bicycles will remain golden in memory forever.