In my sophomore year of high school, I discovered the secret of two people in the school who were most unlikely to be together in an abandoned basketball stadium warehouse.
One is Lin Yan, the proud son of heaven, and the other is the cold young master Xia Hua.
The summer flowers at that time,
It is a flower that burns wantonly under the scorching sun, so dazzling that people can't open their eyes.
For him, Lin Yan gave up the recommendation, was willing to repeat the grade, and became the enemy of the whole world.
And I was just a bystander hiding behind the cabinet, shaking with fear.
I watched them fall in love passionately, watched Xia Hua leave without saying goodbye, and watched Lin Yan fall from the clouds into the mud.
I stayed with him through the long cold winter, but when he confessed, I gently withdrew my hand.
I don't want to be anyone's replacement.
Years later, I became a Chinese teacher at my alma mater, thinking that my youth was long gone.
Until the new semester, that familiar figure stood at the door of the office and said to me:
Ayuan, I'm back. This time, it's for you.
After the summer flowers faded, I went round and round, and the long wind that originally belonged to me finally came.
[This article is adapted based on the author's real experience. The names of people and places have been fictitious and there is no bad direction]
Intention: Growing up in youth, meeting again after a long absence, cherishing the people in front of you!