"When I can't comfort you, or you can no longer care for me, please remember that in our short time, there were twelve egrets flying over the lake in autumn." - Jian Yue, "April Split Silk"
In the summer after the college entrance examination, the air was still slightly dry and stuffy. Song Shiyu took apart the popsicles that Ms. Li had just bought and weakly pressed the electric fan against her cheeks.
Zhou Zhiheng didn't know which tendon was wrong in his head. He was holding a guitar and wanted to record a song. He was babbling and singing hard. Song Shiyu was blowing the fan very well, but he was annoyed to death by the noise. He raised his eyes bitterly and cursed: "Sir, can you stop singing? My ears are going to go deaf."
"No." He paused for a few seconds and said in a lazy tone, "Do you think you can sing better than me?"
When Song Shiyu heard this, he was very excited. He threw away the popsicle sticks and sat on the mat, folding his arms: "It sounds better than you."
"Then let's record one?"
"Record it, record it, whoever is afraid of whom."
The wind rises.
The gauze curtain in front of the window was driven by the wind, and the two people's clean voices were still embarrassed to face the camera. Maybe they didn't clean their hands when they were eating ice cream, or maybe they were too nervous and their palms were sticky.
She looked sideways, then looked away without any trace, until her little finger was touched, and Song Shiyu was completely speechless.
It was a summer when the fan was running and the summer when you were sweating profusely and bit into the ice watermelon flavor.
After that, she never wanted to see Zhou Zhiheng again.
…This is how it should be.
But she and he returned to 2010 and were forced to relive that forgotten time.
Ps: Weird brother and sister, not related by blood or adoption, the male and female protagonists are not in the same household register ~
Intent: About youth, about love
