In the midsummer when he was sixteen, Lin Zhi bumped into Xie Yuhan at the end of the corridor.
The young man was leaning on the window sill, looking at the sycamore trees outside the window. His white shirt was filled with wind, like a kite that refused to land.
At that moment, the name she had heard for a long time coincided with the outline of the person in front of her.
She suddenly understood: Some people are like the scorching sun. They will be burned when they are close, but they can't help but look up when they are far away.
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During the three years of high school, she was the little sun following his back, illuminating his world with her optimistic and sincere light.
But not long after she entered college, the once proud and arrogant young man suddenly completely disappeared from her world, leaving only a series of busy signals that no one answered.
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We unexpectedly reunited many years later. He was sitting on a bench next to a convenience store, clutching the beer can he had just finished drinking. His face was full of vicissitudes of life and fatigue, and his eyes were dim, lacking any brightness from before.
He said:
"Lin Zhi, when we were still young, we didn't have a clear ability to distinguish between emotions, and we regarded friendship as love..."
"I never liked you, you really misunderstood..."
"So please don't like me anymore..."
She frowned slightly and looked at the decadent-looking young man beside her, her eyes sparkling with tears and her cheeks flushed red from the beer she had just finished drinking.
Stimulated by alcohol, he could no longer remember the specific events that happened that night.
I just vaguely remember the girl with a blush on her face and her righteous words, "No matter what you become, I still like you!"
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He thought he was an isolated island in the endless ocean, and no one knew when he would fall to the bottom of the sea. But he didn't know that someone had already built a bridge and was determined to come to him.
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Summer never ends, it just hides in our names.
Concept: Youth is a long unfinished letter in midsummer. Our hearts once clumsily moved amidst the chirping of cicadas, and we also got separated hastily in the sea of people. It wasn't until the moment of reunion that I realized that true bravery is to go through the remaining warmth of the years and bring the lost love back to you.