I still remember the summer night of that year, with the cicadas chirping non-stop and the breeze blowing through the corridor. The boy's temperament was both forbearing and hot, coaxing me to let go of my guard.
I had just attended the swearing-in ceremony for the senior year of high school. I was walking to the classroom with the school uniforms and jackets of several classmates in my hand. Suddenly I felt someone tapping my shoulder all afternoon and saying: Hey, classmate, where is the teaching office for the second year of high school in your school? , I turned around and saw a boy scratching his head with his hand and said: I just transferred from No. 2 Middle School today. The school is quite big. I just went to the school gate to get something, and I forgot which teaching building it was.
I looked at the young man in front of me, nodded, and then showed him the way.
Many years later, when I think of that summer, the corners of my mouth can't help but curl up slightly.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
