That midsummer of senior year, wrapped in cicadas and ivy, was the most vivid and complete time in Chang Qing's life.
The teenage years in the dream were hot and exciting. He had close friends who talked about everything, and a small group of six people who stayed with him day and night. Six people with different personalities went through the days of preparing for the exam with a sea of questions. The evening breeze in the shade of the trees, the cold drinks at the canteen, the chats between classes, and the expectations for the future all combined to create a unique youth.
At that time, they were pure and magnanimous, with only the sincerity of young best friends, no regrets, and no separation. Lu Xiaoran's liveliness, Xu Tang's gentleness, Lin Zhizhou's softness, Qi Yanxun's coldness, and the gentle and clean Jing Xia accompanied him through a grand fantasy of youth.
He thought it would be like this every year, thought summer would never end, and thought these people would walk side by side forever.
But in a blink of an eye, the big dream suddenly woke up.
It turns out that the more than ten years of being together day and night, all the excitement and tenderness, and all the hot bonds of youth, were always just long dreams of his being alone. The real life is dull and lonely, he is alone, and he has never had that vigorous youth time.
I thought that when the dream came to an end, it would be a lifelong regret and a lifelong miss.
Until one ordinary evening, when a sea of people passed each other, he met all the people in his dream again.
The unspoken thoughts in the dream, the unsatisfactory ending, and the years missed in a hurry will eventually take root in reality.
The old dream is over, and the summer is restarting.
This time, friends will remain together, preferences will last forever, and all regrets will be fulfilled.
Intention: False youth is self-salvation, and true encounter is a gift from fate.
A big dream fills loneliness, and a reunion completes the rest of life.
All encounters where reality and fiction are intertwined prove that belated tenderness will eventually arrive, and the true bond will never dissipate.
Youth lasts, love lasts, and all regrets have their way back.