"Knowing that Xia has long passed away, those who are anxious will never return."
"You are my summer, the endless summer, and the endless cicada chirping ever since."
That summer, there was a group of people living an ordinary life in a medium-sized city.
There were noisy classes, endless notes, mobile phones hidden in the desk holes, diaries filled with thoughts in the first space, and of course there were many speeches from the second grade students. Some people have a crush on them, some people hate them, some people pretend not to care, and some people really don't care.
Then summer ended.
Some people left, some stayed, and some never appeared again...
Intention: youth
