Jiangnan Summer

That summer in Yecheng, the fragrance of osmanthus floated in the wind. Jiang Yu thought that turning sixteen was just the beginning of a routine. It wasn't until the rehearsal of the opening ceremony that she ran into Xie Lin's eyes - that boy with a snow-white shirt and slender fingers. From then on, he became the brightest and quietest footnote in her youth. They flew kites together under the clear autumn sky, and shared the same song on the sultry night of military training. Every casual look at each other, every sincerity hidden in a joke, is like a stone thrown into the lake of the heart, creating a circle of ripples that only you know. This is a story about summer. About how the wind blows up the skirt and how the stars fall on the shoulders. About the person who makes you suddenly hear your own heartbeat in the afternoon when the cicadas are roaring. Concept: modern campus culture