Lin Zhixia's youth has been immersed in depression all year round.
The trivial quarrels in her native family, the ever-increasing preference, and countless embarrassments and grievances made her sensitive by nature. She habitually hid herself in the safety of books and never expected long-term tenderness.
Until that midsummer, when the cicadas were chirping noisily and the hot wind was scalding, a shy and sunny young man named Shen Huai moved next door.
He is a clean ray of light that breaks in unexpectedly in a boring and gray life.
A chance encounter in the corridor, the shade of the trees in the evening breeze, the white mist of soda in the freezer, the silent empathy and the gentleness with a sense of proportion.
He understood her escape by hiding in books and the loneliness beneath her silence. He was the only person who caught her fragility in her young years.
That summer was short, but it was the most stable and relaxing time in Lin Zhixia's life. She was cautious and moved her heart, quietly placing all her expectations on it.
But the biggest regret of being young is that my love is too pure and my power is too small.
He is a passer-by who stops briefly, and she is a person trapped in reality.
The unspoken thoughts and worries hidden in the heart are separated by family background, planning, distance, and the helpless youth.
There are no bloody misunderstandings, no love-hate entanglements.
It's just that midsummer will come to an end, and the boy will travel far away. The warm and ignorant heartbeat will not be able to withstand the torrent of reality after all.
Later, the cicadas continued to chirp year after year, and the evening breeze blew year after year.
It's just my summer, and there is no more Shen Huai.
All tenderness and heartbeats end in midsummer.
Intention: Young love can cure temporary loneliness, but it is difficult to fight against the established life trajectory in reality. Encounter is a short-term gift, and parting is the answer written in advance by the adult world. Meeting is a gift, regret is also growth. Summer comes every year, but old friends no longer meet.