Humorous on the outside, delicate and gentle on the inside, Lu Ziyu
When you think of summer, what comes to your mind? Is it the watermelon with the smell of vegetables, or the ceiling fan that is spinning slowly but cannot bring any wind; is it the warm and grand youth, or is it the young man wearing the scorching sun...
The heartbeats of teenagers four years apart suddenly appeared on paper, green and sincere. This is the youth that time cannot wash away...
A story about an unseasonably warm baby and an ice volcano, a story hidden in the summer wind...
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The author is lazy, so I apologize for the delay.
Intention: waiting, youth, dream