In the summer when I was seventeen years old, the cicadas were chirping noisily and the sun was dazzling.
Su Nianhe held the scattered books and ran into Jiang Yubai's eyes.
He was the cool top student in the grade, the backlight by the window, and the name she wrote repeatedly on the paper.
From solving problems in math class, to patient explanations in the library, to half a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes pushed over in the cafeteria.
The girl's thoughts are hidden between the lines, and the boy's tenderness is hidden in the inadvertent details.
This is Nianhe's seventeenth year, and it is also a cautious, clumsy and sincere secret love.
The wind will remember the smell of summer, and I will remember you.
Purpose: To express the pure secret love and growth in adolescence, to show the gentle and delicate emotions between boys and girls, and to convey the beauty and courage of youth.