"I like you" There was a smile in her eyes, which was more dazzling than the glow behind her.
"What did you say?"
"Forget it if you didn't hear it"
"Really or not?"
"You guess"
"Then I do"
Even after many years, Lu Jingnian can still think of the boy standing in the sunset. It is the fragrance of rice, the fireflies twinkling like stars, the chirping of cicadas, and the enthusiastic youth.
Another noisy story.
Intention: youth