The sea breeze in Xiamen swept over the summer of seventeen years old, ruffling the young man's hair and ruffling Shen Zhiyi's heart.
In his freshman year of high school, he and Lu Xingci became neighbors.
A sharpened pencil, a holding of hands hiding behind a tree, a nickname that only each other knows, and countless goodnights to each other late at night.
The thoughts of young people are always hidden in the tip of the pen and the afterglow, in the morning light of the studio, and in the moment when the fireworks explode.
They were very close, so close that they could hear each other's heartbeats, but there was always a tacit distance between them.
Some of my thoughts were written and deleted, but in the end I could not express them;
Some summers, once they pass, will never come back.
This is a story without any blood or tension.
There are only the most real teenage thoughts, the gentlest two-way rush, and the midsummer hidden in time that has never been sent.
Intent: Love has nothing to do with gender, all sincere likes are worthy of respect; reconcile with the regrets of youth, and become a better self as you grow.
