In the midsummer of that year, we met for the first time in that opera house. The young man played the guitar unscrupulously on the stage. It was just a quick meeting, but Yang Manqing remembered it for a long time. When we met again, we were classmates in the same school. I learned his name - Li Juze when I was running for class committee.
"Yang Manqing, I like you."
"I'm sorry, I don't plan to fall in love during my three years of high school. It's definitely not just for you." The drizzle fell on the girl's rosy cheeks, and she put her hands in her pockets helplessly. Maybe it was because it was too dark to see the expression on the boy's face clearly.
"Since you said so, let's forget it." Li Juze walked forward on his own...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
