The beginning of the story: The wind blows the branches, the leaves dance in time, and the boy sings the praises of youth in the midsummer.
"It's this one look that I've remembered for more than ten years."
——Zhu Xingyi.
I hope that in the future you will marry someone who can coax you to buy delicious food if you make him half-dead, instead of acting like he doesn't recognize his relatives even if he is slightly conflicted.
The end of the story: The wind will keep blowing, the leaves will dance again and again, midsummer will become the remaining summer, even if you are no longer a teenager, your youth will not be blown away by the wind.
Xian Ning Qi is as sour as a secret love.
"Zhou Zekai, even if we are on different paths, I still hope that you will read many, many books, walk far and wide, and shine in places where I cannot see you."
Concept: "Some love is so obscure that I can only listen to music and think about it alone."