The sea breeze kissed the tenderness of this world and sang all the pounding of the heart to the sea, so there was the secret of the shell and the left ear of the boy chasing the wind.
Probably all the images of youth are imaginary in the midsummer of seventeen years old, with blue sea and clear sky, young men in white clothes, and unspeakable little thoughts. However, when Xu Jiake stood in front of the imaginary sea, he could no longer remember the thumping of his heart at the age of seventeen.