In midsummer, when the cicadas were chirping noisily, the two teenagers stumbled into each other's eyes. In the soda-scented evening breeze, their love grew like it could cover the sky. They once thought that holding hands could weather all the storms in the world, but there were too many involuntarinesses hidden in the folds of reality. Misunderstandings and barriers were piled up layer by layer, which eventually pulled the figures side by side into two parallel lines that would never intersect. Summer will eventually come to an end, and their story stops at the dusk when they say goodbye.
Love is in midsummer, not in late autumn. There is no return date in the mountains and seas here.
[Mensao Zhengzhen Cheng Yufeng/Straightforward romantic Jiang Xu]
abo world view
Concept: The wind is free, the clouds are free, you can be free if you like it