Lin Qingrong remembered the summer when she was sixteen years old, the sun was so hot that it could melt people.
She was lying on the desk, flipping through her phone in boredom, when her best friend Xia Zhu suddenly came over, her eyes bright as if she had discovered a new world: "Look, Qingrong! There is a reviewer on the forum, this one named Jiang Yu is amazing!"
In the photo, the boy is wearing a white school uniform, standing at the end of the corridor of the teaching building against the light, his side face is as cold as if it were cut with a knife.
Lin Qingrong's heart skipped a beat.
Later, she "ran into" him countless times on campus - in the corner of the cafeteria, by the window of the library, and under the old locust tree next to the playground.
She knew that his family background was not good, she knew that he didn't like to talk, and she knew that he looked at everyone indifferently and distantly.
What she didn't know was that the taciturn young man had already filled his diary with her name.
Secret love is a person's chaos, and your name is the only poem in my youth.
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Years later, someone asked them their story.
Jiang Yu held the hand of the girl next to him and said in a low and serious voice: "I have had bad luck in my life, but when I met her, I probably spent all my luck."
Lin Qingrong smiled with her eyes bent, as warm and bright as the little sun.
She remembered the summer when she was eighteen years old, when he kissed her for the first time, and the green grass all over the yard was shining green.
Purpose: Campus crush