The chirping of cicadas in late August sticks to the glass curtain wall of the concert hall, and the air conditioner in the office spits out intermittent cold air. When he lowered his head to check the list, a soft cloud suddenly appeared in the hum of the old-fashioned air conditioner - "Senior! The host's fixed light has been adjusted!" The voice was like cotton wool dipped in ice-cold sour plum soup, with a milky tail note that poked holes in the midsummer heat. "Senior... Senior, where is the charger port?" The moment he raised his head, the sun was hitting her eyelashes, and there was a furry halo floating in the broken gold. She returned to the office with the HDMI cable, her round head swaying slightly with the movement, a few strands of air bangs stuck to her sweaty forehead, and the tip of her nose and cheeks were lightly pink, as if she had been secretly kissed by the midsummer sunshine. The round amber eyes were wide open, the ends of the eyes were slightly drooped, and the lips were pursed into small cherries. The battery of the mobile phone in the overalls pocket was at 6%, which was in critical condition. "The charging port is next to me. Pass me the phone." He heard himself say. When her fingertips finally let go of the phone, he touched the lingering cedar fragrance in her palm, with a moist, vivid throbbing that made people want to collect it. Later, Ruan Zhiyao learned that when the charger plug touched the socket that day, the "click" sound made by the air conditioner was the countdown of fate. Zheng Yu finally understood that the so-called bond was just the sight of her bumping into the office before the end of summer, which made all seasons since then become aftershocks.
Concept: The throbbing of youth is the most precious human gift