In the summer when I was seventeen years old, the wind was wrapped in the fragrance of sycamore leaves, and it also contained unspeakable thoughts.
Ji Tang once regarded Lu Zhihe as an all-powerful love mentor, pestering him for advice on how to chase people, but he did not realize that those seemingly joking instructions were full of tenderness that the young man could not hide.
He would block the flying love letters for her, would quietly wait for her around the corner in the early morning, and would leave a vague reminder on the eve of graduation.
And she realized it later.
It was not until five years later, when the heavy snow in the north fell on his shoulders, that Ji Tang understood the profound meaning of the sentence "When fate comes, hold on to it firmly".
Unfortunately, there is no snow in the south and nothing else in the north.
This belated heartbeat finally stopped in that summer when the cicadas were noisy, and became a long-lasting regret for the rest of my life.
It turns out that I like it a little. If I open my mouth, I will miss it, but if I keep my mouth shut, I will live forever.
Intention: The heartbeat of hindsight will eventually become the silent regret of youth