In a small town on the southwest border, cicadas are chirping constantly in the midsummer night. The breeze blows, and the heat is mixed with bursts of coolness. Xing Tong stood on the observation deck at the top of Qizi Mountain with both hands on the railing, looking at the lights of C City at night. Looking northwest from here, it seems that you can see him who is thinking about you through the many buildings. In countless dreams, she had dreamed that she was standing under his window, looking forward to it. Wuyu, two obscure and heavy words hidden in her heart, are like the weight of the owner of the name in her heart, which is too heavy to bear.
On the midsummer night of that year, the lingering heat of the World Cup had not yet dissipated. At an age when I was ignorant of the world, I met you, a young but beautiful person.