Zhao Zhao Ferry Me

[Sour story + Mutual redemption + Reunion + Sweet and sour pull] Romance. School bully x transfer student. Campus literature Copywriting: Two summers ago, Shen Zhao returned to An County for the summer vacation. On a sultry afternoon, she took the money given by Chen Nianwan and wanted to buy a bowl of snowflake ice from the cold drink shop on the corner that had been open for several years. The store is located on the slope of an old street, with a small front. The old air conditioner hums, struggling to combat the heat. Shen Zhao opened the door, and the air-conditioning mixed with the sweet smell of fragrance hit his face. She was about to walk to the counter when she caught a glimpse of a few chattering teenagers in the darkest booth at the back. Their bodies were steaming with steam, and they were noisily sharing bowls of piled smoothies. Among them, the figure with his back to the door is particularly tall and straight. Even if he is sitting, he can still see the neat contours of his shoulders and back. It was a young man, wearing a clean white T-shirt. His forehead was soaked with sweat, and a few strands were messy on his plump forehead. He had one foot bent up on the edge of the seat, his arms resting on his knees, and he was lowering his head and concentrating on... A badminton racket that had been broken into two parts. There was a look of laziness and unruliness in his brows and eyes as if he had just finished strenuous exercise, but his movements were unexpectedly patient and meticulous. There was half a bowl of almost melted red bean ice on the table, with water droplets dripping down the side of the bowl. Shen Zhao didn't pay too much attention. He walked to the counter and said in a soft voice: "Auntie, I want a bowl of milk and snowflake ice with mango." The landlady responded. Her calm tone was like a mint falling into the warm air. Maybe it's the sound, The young man in the booth, with his back to the door, suddenly turned around. When his eyes passed over Shen Zhao standing in front of the counter, his eyes paused on her for a second. She wore a light green dress and stood there, like a fresh plant that strayed into the world. Her figure is slender and straight, with the graceful frame unique to a dancer, but her thin shoulder lines support her unspeakable stubbornness. The porcelain white skin still maintains a clear feeling in the sultry weather, as if it has its own coolness. The thick long hair is simply tied behind the head, with a few strands of broken hair hanging on the neck, making the neck even more slender and fragile. She was as quiet as a layer of fresh snow, with an immersive, clean and yet unexplored alienation, as if she was separated from the surroundings by a thin film. This temperament, which was incompatible with the old shop, caused Chen Du's dark eyes, which were indifferent and lazy after exercise, to flash a very faint, almost scrutinizing glimmer. His eyes were like the accumulated clouds before a summer shower, with a casual look. It was not offensive, but it was enough to make the heart of the person being looked at jump. Shen Zhao subconsciously avoided his gaze and felt his cheeks feel a little hot. She stared intently at the landlady operating the machine, as if the roaring sound of making ice was the most important thing in the world. "Brother Du, what are you looking at?" A boy next to him followed his gaze and nudged him with his elbow. The sound was not loud, but it was clear enough in the quiet store. Chen Du didn't answer, looked away, picked up the ice water at hand and took a big sip, his Adam's apple rolling violently. He casually threw the empty bottle into the trash can in the corner, making a "clang" sound, then stood up and picked up the black coat hanging on the back of the chair. "Gone." As he passed the counter, he was blown away by a warm breeze that mixed with the scent of sweat and mint-scented shower gel. Shen Zhao lowered his head and could catch a glimpse of the legs of his black sports pants hanging neatly on his shoes as he passed by. The wind chime on the door jingled as he pushed it open. He disappeared into the bright sunshine outside the door, like a gust of wind that was too late to catch. The boss lady just handed her the prepared snowflake ice. Shen Zhao took the cold, clear glass bowl, and the sweet aroma of mango and milk ice lingered on the tip of his nose. And that young man's figure, who broke into her sight like a ball of flame in the sultry afternoon and then left in a hurry, was like a vague mark, remaining in the corner of the memory of that summer. He may have long since forgotten. But she still remembered the wind that smelled of sweat and mint, and the moment those dark eyes looked over. Intention: Study hard and make progress every day