Zhou Mi firmly believes that she is a straight woman.
Until Feng Shuyi appeared——
This one will turn off the alarm for her late at night,
Modified constant temperature power bank,
The woman who drew a simple bee on the corner of the note with brown sugar ginger tea,
To use the phrase "honey won't make the code crash",
All her "I thought" in the past twenty-three years collapsed.
The summer in Hefei is long and the cicadas chirp like rain.
They were in the scent of osmanthus in the old shop on Lei Street,
In the dusk waves of Chao Lake,
Among the unspoken stories of "sworn sisters" in Xiaoyaojin Park,
slowly, clumsily,
Compile a heartbeat that even I didn't expect.
"In the afternoon when honey drips into coffee, there is amber autumn in your eyes."
"I want to write a piece of code that won't crash, but you have compiled it into the sweetest bug, deep in the system, and the cycle continues."
——Music composed by Feng Shuyi·Poetry composed by Zhou Mi·Witnessed by Hefei
Intention: "I want to write a piece of code that will not crash, but it has been compiled into the sweetest bug by you, deep in the system, and the cycle continues."