Warm Sunshine Spreads over the Old Days

Thirty-five-year-old Lin Zhou died unexpectedly while working overtime. When he opened his eyes, he was transported back to the summer when he was seventeen. In the afternoon when cicadas were chirping noisily, among the piles of yellowed test papers, Su Wan, a girl in a white dress with a pear-shaped smile, was riding a bicycle through the alley. In the last life, he was a top student who silently studied the questions, and passed her by. After that, they were separated from each other, leaving only the regret of dreaming back at midnight; in this life, he grasped the time to restart, and just wanted to slowly enter her life: help her repair the broken bicycle, share a yellowing book of poems in the library, quietly stand by while she was painting, and make up for the missed tenderness bit by bit. There are no earth-shattering counterattacks, no bloody misunderstandings, just the steady flow of daily life: whispers in the classroom of the third year of high school, rustling of pencils in the studio during the summer vacation, walking side by side on the university bus, the fireworks in the small apartment after graduation... Lin Zhou held Su Wan's hand and walked through the midsummer with the chirping of cicadas, through the cold winter with falling snow, and through all the ordinary and shining days. He finally understood that the greatest meaning of rebirth was not to rewrite destiny, but to learn to cherish - cherish the people in front of you, cherish the warmth at hand, so that every ordinary moment would be filled with warm sunshine and become an old time that would not fade.