In midsummer, when cicadas were noisily chirping, Su Xia bumped into Jiang Yirang's lens for the first time. The white shirt was stained by the warmth of the sun, and the ringing of the bicycle bell made the treetops jump with joy. The soft sound of ice soda, walking side by side along the Wutong Road after evening self-study, and the unspoken names hidden in the notebook have all become unique footnotes of that summer.
Later I realized that some encounters are meant to make the whole youth hot.
