The wind at the end of August carries the last bit of summer heat and blows into the noisy high school gate. Xia Xiyue held a tissue soaked in sweat and waited for her friend Qin Yue under the sycamore tree. When her skirt was raised, the light spots of the tree shadows swayed gently on it - she thought it was just another ordinary first day of school, but she did not expect that fate had already laid foreshadowing of light and dark at the end of the corridor, on the windowsill of the classroom, and in the reflection of the puddles.
She met Gu Qingyun, who was lying on the desk, and his knuckled hands glowed cold white in the sun; she and the timid Wei Hong became tablemates, and when their fingertips touched, the pink on the tip of the other person's ear was hotter than the sunset; she bumped into Xu Yu's soapy protective desire, and she couldn't escape Shen Yi's shadow. The cicadas were still chirping on the trees, but the heavy rain suddenly fell, wetting the yellow umbrella that had not been handed out, and scattering the birds nestled on the wires.
Some people were clenching their fists in the corridor, some were staring at the broken reflection in front of the puddles, some were wearing ointment that heated the body temperature, and some were counting how the sunlight crawled across the sleeping side of the face inch by inch amidst the sound of dripping in the ward. Those stories about dazzling and dim, approaching and escaping, protection and shackles are all hidden in the late summer wind, like unfinished poems, half immersed in the chirping of cicadas and half in the rain.
This summer is destined to be a hot and humid rainy season.
A boy's secret love is destined to end.
