Early summer will always wipe out the dreams of young people.
The sky was blue, and the wind disturbed the young man's thoughts and stirred the wind chimes outside the window...
A knock on the door woke Ye Yang up. He slowly raised his head from the table, the sun shining on his face. Ye Yang rubbed his eyes. The place where the sunlight hit was the young man's white hands and clear eyes. The corners of his eyes were slightly red, and his eyes seemed to be foggy.
Outside the door was Ye Yang's aunt. Before he could open the door, her aunt pushed the door open and sat next to him. Ye Yang moved his position unconsciously.
"Your dad said that high school will let you go to city A. You should prepare yourself. Your dad will pick you up tomorrow."
"Oh". Ye Yang responded softly.
The wind chime outside the window was still shaking slightly, making a crisp sound...
People outside the window came and went without making any sound. They came quietly and left quietly.
It was a rainy day when Ye Yang came to City A. He saw a photo studio on the street. Later he discovered that this was not an ordinary photo studio. The photos here told everyone's story, over and over again. Only after death can people come here and exchange their current conditions to change their lives. The curator's name is Qin Zhiyi. In order for him to keep this secret, he goes to the same school, the same class, and the same group of seats as Ye Yang...
Purpose: Don't let rumors and rumors ruin your beautiful visions