Everyone's youth is like the midsummer in memory, with cicadas chirping and birds chirping, and the stars turning around in the night.
Zhao Xieyang always thought that he lived in the evening because of his literary name, but Chen Qi pulled him away from dawn. As long as you're alive, isn't there still hope?
The sweat on the playground in midsummer and the lingering memory of the fan in the classroom.
Chen Qi said to Zhao Xieyang, "No matter how bad the day is, it can't be as bad as now, right?"
Zhao Xieyang smiled, "It will definitely be better with you here."
Concept: Youth can be recalled