I Hope We Still Remember Your Last Name.

I was thirteen years old and she was fifteen. We were sitting under the plane tree, pointing at the mountains and fields. "Anan, you said we would wait here for the peach blossoms to bloom all over the mountains and fields, for every cicada chirping in midsummer, for every sunrise and sunset, etc..." "Then I will wait with you, whether this summer or next summer, I will wait with you." Nan Huaizhi, who had just entered college, met Lan Xiang under the sycamore tree in the midsummer of his childhood. "Anan, do you still remember me?" "You are?" "Anan, I am Lan..." ... Under the huge sycamore tree, a stone table was set up, and several plates of snacks were served on the table. Peach blossom stuffed wine was poured from the jade pot, and after a few sips, the peach blossom cake was picked up and put into the mouth. Looking at the beauties and children laughing in the distance, the peach blossoms in March were in full bloom, all over the mountains and plains. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.