That year, sycamore leaves fell all over the high school road. Jiang Xia and Qi Yu walked side by side on the path. The chirping of cicadas gradually became quieter. It was midsummer when you were here.
"I heard that he is very good at studying. He should be the kind of science master whose spectacle lenses are as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle." Not seeing Qi Yu was Jiang Xia's first impression of him.
"You are wrong," Lin Shen said, "You will know just by looking at it."
Secret love...
The unspoken words in midsummer when I was 17 years old...
"You gave me eternal summer"
Qi Yu×Jiang Xia
campus literature
Intention: youth