Windblown Summer

Irregularly Lightning protection point/ Compensating for each other, slightly pure love, Yu Jinye will have inner thoughts, may be childish, and his writing style is not easy to forgive. Occasionally he will say some swear words and smoke, but he will quit because of Nan Jing Qiu. Nan Jingqiu/is very sensitive and loves to cry. The plot is a bit cliche, tumultuous, together and separated again. —— "You're going to die, aren't you?" Curses pierced his ears. Nan Jingqiu raised his head and saw Yu Konye leaning on the railing at the end of the corridor, holding a cigarette between his fingertips, and the smoke was blown away by the wind. She smiled carelessly and cursed with a lazy energy. Nan Jingqiu was stunned. The person she longed for most used to smoke and hang out, but her grades were still in the top ten of her grade. Everyone was holding and chasing her, but the teacher turned a blind eye. Sunlight filtered through the corridor window panes, slanting through the air, and fell on Yu Konno's face. So beautiful. Nan Jingqiu lowered his head, his heart beating painfully. Nancheng starts to get hot in May. The sun was so strong that it penetrated through the cracks and penetrated her heart. The crack that had been open was completely shattered at this moment. It turns out you are not perfect either. It turns out that you also have a side that I can't get into. The wind blew from the end of the corridor, carrying the temperature of early summer and a bit of tobacco smell. That year, summer was about to begin. —— Later, Nan Jingqiu always remembered that May. I remember the way the sunlight passed through the window pane, the shape of the smoke spreading, and the carelessness in that curse. She thought summer was very long. I thought there were still many days like this where I could secretly watch, secretly like, and secretly hide myself among the crowd. But summer will be over. The person she kept in her heart, and the city named after her, eventually became memories blown by the wind. Sweet and sour, astringent, no ending. Summer is almost over. —— Please don't hate my character's personality, don't think I'm a crybaby, it's not their fault, don't hate them. You can hate me, but please don't hate them, there are prototypes. Thank you for clicking, thank you for collecting ᯇᴗᯇ Intention: Summer will be over