Cosmic Summer

Eight people, three pairs of lovers, one agreement. In the summer when they were eighteen, they set out from Haicheng. The sycamore leaves in Nanjing fell all over the shoulders, and the concert lights in Chongqing illuminated everyone. Lu Hanyu said in Nanjing, "I came here alone last year," and Shen Jiangxia held the candy that had not been opened on the rooftop in Chongqing. All of them thought that was the end of the summer. Later I discovered that summer was just the beginning. At the age of twenty, they went to Tibet. Lin Xunyan was wrapped in a jacket at the pass at an altitude of 5,000 meters and said, "The wind smells of freedom." Wan Qi gently held He Yunxu's hand. Zhuo Xu took a photo. In the photo, the clouds were very low, as if you could reach out and touch them. Twenty-one years old, Xinjiang. They sat on the edge of Sailimu Lake, acoustic guitar accompanied by a bonfire, no one said a word. Gu Size held up his camera and took a dozen photos of the lake, and finally found that the most beautiful one was the back view of Lu Hanyu and Shen Jiangxia looking at the water side by side. Later, they went to more places - the mountains of Yunnan, the grasslands of Inner Mongolia, the sunrise at the seaside, and the sunset in the snow-capped mountains. It wasn't someone who suggested it, it was just that at the end of a certain trip, someone posted in the group "Where should I go next time?", And then no one said "I won't go." It's getting harder and harder for eight people to spend time together. Some people are doing internships, some are taking postgraduate entrance examinations, and some are starting to work. But every summer, someone in the group always posts a screenshot of a flight ticket. Then others became silent, started scrolling through holidays, and started posting "I'm taking two days off." No one said "Are you going this year?" Because everyone knew - go. They have seen many sights. The Wutong Road is wider than Nanjing, and the mountains are higher than Chongqing. But every time they stand in a new place, they will remember the summer of their first trip - Lu Hanyu said "I have done all the regrets", Shen Jiangxia said "I can't like you as much as before", He Yunxu held a bottle of lime water in his hand, and Wan Qi sat in the last row and looked at her. Later they all got there. Summer will end, songs will be sung, and travel will be over. But the things they left behind in this summer - those loves that finally dared to be spoken out, those belated understandings, those silences picked up in the night - will grow back next year like sycamore leaves. This is not a story about farewell. This is a summer about reunions. Welcome to Cosmic Summer. Intent: to reflect friendship through the different stories and common stories of eight people Love and the preciousness of love