Wind Delivery

You standing there are my whole youth. A boy put his hands in his pockets, his back pressed against a wall, his right leg slightly bent, and his school uniform seemed to be filled with wind. Maybe he had just finished playing basketball, and his sweat soaked a large area. You could clearly see the graceful lines of his abdomen. He raised his eyes and smiled at Xia Yanxi. Later I found out that his name was Shen Yichen. He was like a whirlpool, making people fall into it without noticing. The wind blew the hair on his forehead. Xia Yanxi lowered her head slightly, her cheeks flushed. "Why do you like your brother?!" Shen Yichen held up Xia Yanxi's chin with his hand Xia Yanxi opened his hand angrily and said angrily, "Who is interested in you? You're so shameless!" Don't look away. Shen Yichen raised his hand and glanced at the back of Xia Yanxi's red hand, then put it back in his pocket. He bent down and whispered in her ear, "I'll give you time to think about whether you want to be my girlfriend." "I really like you" "Think about it" Xia Yanxi looked at the sunset, and Shen Yichen leaned on the railing and looked at her. The autumn wind blew up, messing up Xia Yanxi's hair and messing up Shen Yichen's heart. After school that afternoon, Shen Yichen cornered her in the classroom, pressed her against the wall and kissed her. Xia Yanxi was kissed until her legs went weak. He looked at her moist eyes and said, "Stop crying. I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself if I'm crying." In her senior year of high school, Shen Yichen said to her calmly, "That's it for now, Xia Yanxi." He didn't even bother to say nonsense, leaving her alone to cry incessantly on that cool night. At a certain party, Shen Yichen met Xia Yanxi again. He blocked her in the stairwell and said, "Hey, I miss you so much. Are you okay?" Before Xia Yanxi could react, his wet lips fell. The smell of champagne made her uncomfortable. Xia Yanxi pushed him away. "Are you crazy?" "I don't miss you, not at all" Xia Yanxi's eyes were wet "I... I'm sorry, how about we start over?" He had never begged someone like this. "Forget me, Shen Yichen. I have let go a long time ago. When you left me alone on that cold and windy night, you should have thought that I would no longer love you." Xia Yanxi fought back the tears in her eyes. "Xi, I..." Shen Yichen hugged her tightly and said sorry over and over again. "That's enough Shen Yichen. I don't want your apology. No one will wait for you for four or five years. I stopped loving you a long time ago." Xia Yanxi held back tears, her heart was cut like a knife... —— "Shen Yichen, I still love you, but I don't want to make the same mistakes again." "Let's love again, before sunset, in early autumn, before the autumn wind blows" Concept: The sourness of youth is also very sweet