The summer in July is very hot, and the sun is very bright, which makes people feel uncomfortable. The red lights on both sides of the road turned on, and the numbers started counting down from sixty.
She held an English book in her hand and sat on a public seat next to the sidewalk. She had one earphone plugged into her ear and the other hanging casually on her chest. He leaned back in his chair and looked lazily at the traffic lights across the road.
It changed sixteen times in total, and the girl counted silently in her heart.
Just when she was watching the green light on the opposite side turn to red for the seventeenth time, a tall figure from behind blocked her sight. It was strange that the man kept standing there. She stared at the back for a while, then walked towards him in an unexpected way. She walked next to him and glanced at him like a passerby. Once I saw this, I couldn't take my eyes away again. The girl glanced at the red light with her peripheral vision, and the seconds just happened to be "forty-four".
The south wind blew up, blowing the girl's skirt, blowing the leaves on the trees, blowing the clouds in the sky, blowing her heart, blowing the whole summer, blowing the whole year, blowing the development of their story...
At that moment, no one knew that their story was about to begin.
Purpose: commemoration