It was a summer afternoon, the wind gently blew through the corners of his clothes, and the sunlight filtered through the gaps between the fig leaves, showing patches of mottled color on the boy's body, which were constantly changing with the swaying of the leaves. Cicadas kept calling in my ears, and at this moment, all I could see was this young boy with a smile as gentle as jade. When I was in my twenties, I looked back on that period as the most extraordinary period in my ordinary life.
Intention: There is my story in it, and maybe your story too, because this is just a love story of an ordinary person.