Every time Wei Yuan turned on the computer to write a story, he would always think of a face. A youthful face was always good-looking. He stood in front of her, smiling at her, his eyes curved into crescents, and there was a shy smile on the corner of his mouth. He handed her a piece of paper, folded squarely, with the edges and corners aligned, and the paper was slightly wrinkled. It seems to be slightly yellow under the light...
She wrote many people's stories, but the story that really belongs to her is the summer when the crape myrtle flowers bloomed, and someone was waiting for her, and that person was waiting for her.
Concept: Many things about youth are uniquely beautiful, perhaps it is an attitude of daring to love and dare to hate, perhaps it is a spirit full of hope for the future, perhaps it is the fearless courage to face the unknown... Or maybe it is just that some people I meet are so beautiful. Respect youth, respect love and freedom.