His Summer and the Bright Scenery

Six people, three years, and a summer they could never return to.

Fried skewers from the cafeteria, the wind on the rooftop, and a hand they never dared to hold in a field of rapeseed flowers.

And the girl who always sat in the sixth seat of the third row, writing with a turquoise-green pen.

It took Wang Jingyan eight years to learn one thing:

Just meeting some people uses up all the luck you have.

And some people are destined to walk with you for only part of the way.

That stretch was short, but he remembered it for the rest of his life.