We once stood side by side under the scorching sun, but later the wind blew us away, leaving only memories that burned repeatedly in the midsummer.
Those unspoken likes are hidden in the midsummer evening wind, and they will be blown away and never be found again. The heartbeat of that midsummer was, after all, just a hustle and bustle with no one responding. The cicadas chirp so loudly that it makes people nervous, the sun is dazzling, the branches and leaves are growing wildly, everything is too lively, except for the joy hidden in the heart, which slowly becomes silent, slowly withers and withers.
I also waited eagerly and bravely, and approached clumsily and sincerely, thinking that as long as it was warm enough, I could retain a moment of tenderness. But all the emotions can only be swallowed into the heart, and all the thoughts are slowly diluted by time.
Later, the wind stopped, the sound of cicadas dispersed, the sun was no longer hot, and the love that no one knew existed was completely silent, leaving only the emptiness and regret in my heart. In the countless summers to come, I was reminded repeatedly that some encounters were destined to be missed from the beginning.
We are no longer seventeen years old, but the scorching sun of seventeen shines on the whole youth. A midsummer night's dream suddenly wakes up. The youthful spirit fills the wilderness. When the wind blows, the weeds cover the sky. The classroom is still the same classroom, and the boy is still the same boy.
Our story begins from here.
Concept: Two male protagonists