At the end of that summer, Fang Xiao walked into Class 1 and Six of Senior High School. The old ceiling fan in the middle of the classroom was spinning very slowly, and the wind blowing was also hot.
She thought that high school only consisted of test papers, rankings, evening self-study, and endless wrong questions. Later she found out that there were people who would remember the soda flavor she casually mentioned, hold the page for her when it was blown up by the wind, and accompany her through monthly exams, duty days, sports meets, subject divisions, and one summer after another without revealing anything.
Zhou Jingming didn't suddenly burst into the light of her youth, he just sat diagonally behind her. When she turned around, she realized that he had become different.
But after graduation, the wind blew to different cities, the news became less and less, and many words were stopped at "Let's talk about it later."
Returning to the old classroom after many years, the repaired ceiling fan is still spinning. Can the love that was borrowed in the summer be blown back into my heart?
