The summer when I was seventeen years old always had a damp and sticky feel, like the unfinished glass of ice soda Su Wan placed on the corner of the table. The water droplets snaked along the wall of the glass, leaving light marks on the test paper. That afternoon, the chirping of cicadas made the air hot. Lin Yanzhi ran across the playground with a basketball in his arms. His white shirt was half soaked with sweat. The water dripping from his hair fell on Su Wan's open wrong question book. He didn't apologize;
He only bent down to pick her up and the wind blew her to her feet.
She was holding a piece of scratch paper, and her fingertips brushed against the back of her hand - it felt cold, like an orange-flavored popsicle just taken out of the freezer.
"Hey," his voice was slightly hoarse after exercise, "for this physics question, the auxiliary lines are drawn backwards."
When Su Wan looked up, she saw the broken sunlight in his eyes.
And his heartbeat suddenly stopped.
Many rainy seasons later, she would always think of that moment.
At that time, she thought that her seventeen-year-old heartbeat would be like ivy, climbing all over the years to come. However, she did not expect that those unsent letters, those addresses that were written and crossed out, would eventually end up with the postmark "No such person found".
When the rain reached its peak, it suddenly stopped, and the unspoken words were dried together in the summer wind.
Concept: The rain in midsummer has stopped, and my confession will remain in that summer forever.
