There are always many imperfections in life.
But if one day,
You have a chance to do it again,
Will everything be less bad?
Small theater:
On a summer night, cicadas chirped outside the window, and even the air was sticky.
There were a few people sitting here and there in the classroom, and the sound of turning books occasionally sounded in the empty classroom. Suddenly, the quiet air was broken by a few coughs, and Zhixia rubbed her throat. The boy who had been lying in the back row of the classroom moved, his eyes passed through the fine hair on his forehead, and fell leisurely on the girl in the front row.
The old fan who worked from morning to night finally finished his work early. Bai Yang's eyes moved from the game console to the young man beside him, "Brother Ru, are you crazy? Why don't you turn off the fan on such a hot day?" "I'm cold." Bai Yang stared at the huge sweat beads on the young man's forehead, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.