The afternoon when Xia Jinyi transferred to Shengyi, it was a hot and humid day
Wearing an ill-fitting school uniform, she awkwardly held a stack of new books and followed her class teacher through the art building.
There was the sound of cicadas chirping in his ears. In the back row of the empty studio, there was a boy in a black T-shirt casually holding the table. His figure was long. The pure and bright girl in front of him leaned close to his ear, her posture was extremely ambiguous.
He just remained motionless, listening indifferently, and turned his head to look outside.
Xia Jinyi just met a pair of beautiful eyes that were a little too good to be true. They were somber and had some frivolous meaning.
There is still paint under his eyes, a misty smoky blue.
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Xia Jinyi found the blue smoke. His name is Wu Hui, and the person is harder to understand than his name.
There are always girls around, but I like to be alone
I'm used to drinking the lime-flavored sparkling water that's the most difficult to sell in supermarkets.
He is very talented in painting, but he doesn't care about his talent. He never takes away the drawing paper.
Xia Jinyi had seen the way he painted, like an endless misty rain.
On a cloudy day, I met him coming out of the bookstore by chance. Jinyi wanted to go forward and hand him an umbrella, but in the blink of an eye he disappeared.
She turned around again, and he was leaning against the corner wall with his arms folded, looking at her and smiling softly,
"Good student, your tracking skills are a bit bad."
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Copywriting established on 2026.7.24
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