"Qingyu."
Li Qingyu looked forward. He stood in the crisp and clear early summer of June, with the corners of his lips slightly curved, which gave her a crazy idea.
I want to hold his hand and pull him out of school in the fresh air of early summer.
Li Qingyu looked at him with a look that included "what's wrong?"
He said nothing, put his hands on her shoulders, and turned her back to face him.
The scene suddenly switches to the piano room where the two of them practiced together in elementary school.
He seemed to be playing some song, but Li Qingyu had no way of knowing.
At the end of the song, there was silence. Li Qingyu wanted to look back at him, but he suddenly stood up and hugged her from behind.
"If everything has turned into smoke, can I turn into mud and contaminate you again?"
... Once again, I woke up from a sweet dream.
Intention: In the end, it is nothing more than forgetting each other in the world, but being able to keep this memory and continue the future life will not be in vain for the madness of youth.