The Scorching Sun in Winter

I have a young man buried deep in my memory. He is handsome, optimistic, proud and tenacious! I would secretly hide in the last row of the playground to watch him play basketball, and I would remember every little move and habit he made. I would be happy because he used the same pen as me, and I would also be cautious because he suddenly said something to me, not knowing how to answer. He is so outstanding and beautiful, like a ray of warm sunshine in winter, illuminating my dark and barren life. Because of him, I want to become better, so that one day I can be on par with him, be able to confidently greet him in front of him, and say with a smile: "Hello, I am Chen Weiwei." " In her memory, she has thick bangs that block her eyes and wears black frame glasses. Sitting quietly in the second-to-last row by the window. She was so thin that he could easily hold her wrist with one hand. I thought that I would not have any interaction with her, until that day, she opened her arms in front of me, and the faint sweet orange fragrance floated into my nose, and also caused a ripple in my heart. That winter, everything withered, and our story began Handsome SWAT vs Gentle Teacher A story of redemption and being redeemed, reuniting after a long separation and making up for the regrets of youth.