On this summer night, Xiaoli stroked the umbrella in her hand and felt extremely happy, and her heart was full of joy as if it was about to burst out of the dam. She opened her weekly diary and wrote the title "In the Rain":
"The two of them were holding an umbrella together in the rain. The wind and rain were heavy outside, but the scenery inside was beautiful."
Wei Wen sat at the desk, absent-minded for the first time, his ears and eyes were fighting. Leer's clear singing sounded in his ears, but Xiaoli's sweet smile was in front of him.
Le'er was lying on the bed reading "Flying Fox in the Snow Mountain", and suddenly saw the sentence "hold your hand and grow old together with your son", which felt like an electric shock. She sat down at her desk and wrote these eight words one stroke at a time, over and over again, as if this would last forever.
As usual before going to bed, Zhang Hao took off the wristbands on his hands and put them on the bottom of the pillow. He locked his hands behind his head and thought about how she happily called her boss today and jumped onto the rear rack of the car without thinking. Zhang Hao closed his eyes with satisfaction and thought about tomorrow's things tomorrow.
Min Jun had just finished drawing a picture and was in a daze for a while. He sighed and locked it in the drawer. In the painting, the boy is straddling a transmission car, with one foot on the ground, looking back at the girl in the back seat with a smile. The girl lowered her head slightly, and couldn't see clearly. She was wearing a white skirt and looked calm.
Midsummer night at the age of sixteen, every boy dreams.