April. It rained.
At this time, the Qingming Festival has just passed, and the full and clear raindrops are penetrated by the deep green pine needles on the campus. They are light and agile, flowing among the branches. Not far away, there are apricot blossoms in full bloom at the right time. Clusters after clusters of bright white spots are stained with red among the stems. Only the blossoms are trembling due to the infiltration of rain. The air is filled with the mist of spring, meandering to fill the whole world.
The young man looked at the girl jumping in front of him and calculated the short time until the college entrance examination again in his mind. It seemed that some words were about to fly out of his throat, but his rationality quickly suppressed him.
You don't know. I am already a calm adult. Maybe you still think I'm the playful Zhao Chenyue, but that's just because the person I'm facing is you.