In the midsummer, when cicadas were noisily chirping, transfer student Xu Zhixia walked into the sophomore class of a key high school with apprehension, and caught sight of the casual eyes of Wen Jingheng, a boy sitting by the window.
Coincidence made the two of them sit at the same table. The new book he handed over had a warm touch, and the red string on his wrist swung past her eyes; the sweet and sour pork rib set in the cafeteria was the young man's calm care; the quiet time in the library hid her heartbeat that she dared not express.
A sudden summer rain stretched the distance between the two of them. The coat that Wen Jingheng took off covered the rain curtain, and also covered the girl's thoughts that quietly sprouted in midsummer.
This summer, the wind carries the scent of camphor, and the chirping of cicadas accompanies the heartbeat. An encounter about youth and ignorance has just begun.
Intention: A young man's thoughts grow quietly under the shade of the parasol trees
