Fourteen-year-old Cui Gongxi likes summer.
Ice watermelon, shower head, and lively Beginning of Summer rice. She could take Pei Zhiyi into the bamboo forest and use an old mosquito net to catch fireflies.
Fourteen-year-old Cui Gongxi likes autumn.
Sour oranges, sweet persimmons, golden osmanthus after the rain. Pei Zhiyi, who grew up in the city, must have never seen a chestnut shell with thorns, and he didn't know how much patience it takes to peel it open.
Fourteen-year-old Cui Gongxi likes winter.
Roasted sweet potatoes, wintersweet flowers, warm shoes made by grandma. When the fireworks rise into the night sky, she will be the first to say Happy New Year to Pei Zhiyi.
Fourteen-year-old Cui Gongxi hates spring.
Because spring is too short.
It was so short that she had just met Pei Zhiyi, and he left before she could show him the four seasons of Sanshui.
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Fifteen-year-old Pei Zhiyi likes spring.
Following Cui Gongxi, she ran through the golden rapeseed fields, sheltered from an unexpected spring rain under the eaves, and then bought two glasses of lemon milk. When the cherry blossoms fell, she celebrated that she was still at the top of the honor list this month.
If it weren't for this spring, he wouldn't have known that someone appeared in his life and could turn an exile into a new life.
2026.3.3
Mission: You only live your life once, and you will live up to your youth.
