Zhou Xin can always remember the chirping of cicadas in the afternoon.
Sitting in a classroom with few people, the parasol trees outside the window blocked the sky. Cheng Chuyi sat next to him. Taking advantage of the ten minutes early, he came downstairs and sat in front of Zhou Xin. Zhou Xin lay on the table, closing his eyes to relieve the dizziness from not sleeping well. The electric fan was whirring, and a pile of books was piled up on the left. One of the books poked his face with a corner. Cheng Chuyi stretched out his hand to straighten it, then brushed his hair and placed it on the back of Zhou Xin's neck. In the midsummer, there was only a little bit of warmth. Zhou Xin put one hand under his face and put another hand on Cheng Chuyi's hand on the back of his neck. The corners of his mouth were raised in the dark. Just like that, for many, many years.
Ps1 is basically a campus article, with a little bit about work later on.
2 There shouldn't be any serious abuse
3. In the early stage, the three views were incorrect, but they will change later~
Intention: I hope that after many, many years, I will not forget these years