When Gu Zhixia, a sophomore in high school, met Su Muyang on the playground for the first time, the cicadas were chirping and the sunlight dyed his white shirt into transparent gold. She stared at the small mole on his wrist for a long time. The moment she plucked up the courage to hand over the scratch paper, her fingertips were even hotter than a plastic runway in summer.
"My friend wants to get to know you" - this clumsy lie became the beginning of the summer when I was 17 years old.
In the days that followed, there were their figures running around the teaching building, envelopes filled with affection, and secret waving in the corridor across three grades. She always said: "You are still young", but her ears turned red when he called: "Senior Sister"; he always said: "It would be great if I went to university"
At that time, no one thought that those heartbeats would be like summer thunderstorms, coming fiercely and stopping hastily. Only the sweat-soaked piece of paper and the mole on his wrist were left, which were occasionally heated by the sun in the long time to come.
