It was another glorious summer, and Yan returned to this familiar town. Yan would return to this town every summer, as if something was guiding him. But he doesn't dislike this. He likes this town, the mountains here, the water here, the fresh air here, and a group of old friends... This is a summer like before, but for Yan it is a wonderful and unforgettable summer. A summer encounter is waiting for his arrival...
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"Xia, it's so beautiful." Yan sighed while looking at the bright starry sky on the summer night.
"I thought you were complimenting me." Xia grinned.
"I was just praising you." Xia looked back at her. The bright starlight fell on her face, making it difficult for him to see the faint blush on her face.
The summer wind has subsided, and on this summer night, the sound of accelerated heartbeats is mixed in with the noise of cicadas and grasshoppers.
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At dusk, in the quiet equipment room, Feng opened the door. Sure enough, she was here. He found her at a glance. She lowered her head. He had seen her cry like this many times, but when he saw tears falling from her face, he still seemed at a loss.
Xin raised her head, looked at Feng, held her breath, and choked out a congratulations.
Feng gently rubbed her hair: "If you want to cry, just cry."
Feng was pretending to be calm. He was heartbroken, but he had to stay with her quietly. Of course he understood that the reason for her crying was not the loss of the game. He was just pretending not to know...
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He and her hugged each other very tightly, and the two of them cried and laughed, which was very strange. But our hearts are tightly together at this moment.
Loving you means waiting for a thousand summers.
Purpose: Describe a wonderful love