In the midsummer with the noisy cicadas, the shredded leaves of the sycamore trees and the dazzling sunshine, that long-awaited reunion, whether it was a long time no see or the goodbye we had been looking forward to, was hidden in each other's hesitant eyes. It is a narrative of youth that spreads from the innocent campus to the smoky workplace, hiding the softest secret love and hazy heartbeat in everyone's heart.
She always lowered her head and said nothing, but he would always watch her side face carefully with his peripheral vision; he would silently let her sit on the back seat of his bicycle on rainy days when she forgot to bring an umbrella. He quietly waited for her to become a "normal person", and she was also testing his intention of "special care". Their mutual caution was concealed. There is no grand confession, only the tenderness hidden in the details, and the unique preference of adolescence that even I am not aware of.
Midsummer came to an end, and fate made the two of them go to different countries and scattered in a sea of people. Many years later, I thought that the hazy feelings would be blown away by the wind, but they reunited many years later, and the fragments of the old time were quietly pieced together. After losing their youthfulness on campus, they learned restraint and maturity, but they still saw the familiar light in each other's eyes, and those unspoken feelings slowly fermented over the years.
This is not a vigorous love, but a long-term companionship, a gentle journey from school uniform to uniform, from ignorant temptation to two-way running. Time will retain the throbbing in the heart. I hope everyone who reads this story can think of that wind-blown summer, when the wind-blown school uniform was wrapped with the greatest love in the entire youth. Think of the person hidden in your youth who made your heart beat.
Concept: On that wind-blown summer, the wind-filled school uniforms contained the greatest love in the entire youth