It must be summer, the weather is extremely good, with blue sky, snow-white clouds, colorful basketball court, and that plain white figure.
Even after so many years, Mo Xiaowei has never forgotten it!
It was another summer. The cicadas were screaming on the branches and their voices were hoarse. Thick thunder was brewing in the sky, and it was gloomy. As the college entrance examination bell rang, Mo Xiaowei finally ended the high school life that she hated so much. When she walked out of the examination room, the thunderstorm that had been brewing for a long time finally fell. When the rain came down, the big raindrops wetted this period of time. The students were throwing books in the rain and hugging each other. Mo Xiaowei saw a figure, holding the rainbow umbrella from that year, paused for a long time in the crowd, as if looking for someone.
Mo Xiaowei desperately wanted to squeeze to the front to say goodbye to him. Maybe she would never see him again from now on. The rain was too heavy and the crowd was too crowded. In the blink of an eye, the figure had long disappeared among the crowd.
Tang Zheng, you owe me a farewell.
After so many years, Mo Xiaowei still remembered the smell of camphor trees, which was the feeling of separation.