Summers were long in those years.
The wind blew through the playground, through the corridors of the teaching building, through the classrooms with lights on after evening self-study, and through their seventeen-year-old age.
Shen Ke has always felt that many things in youth will pass away.
The monthly exam rankings will change, the seats will change, the graduation photos will turn yellow, and even those who thought they could not be forgotten at the time will eventually slowly disperse in the sea of people.
But many years later, she still thought of that window seat.
I remembered that when the young man lowered his head to correct her question, there was wind passing by outside the window.
