A small county town, summer, a girl who dare not confess her love.
The first time Tang Xi met Zhou Yao was in the first year of junior high school.
She sat on the bus and looked up into a pair of gentle and indifferent eyes.
The boy was wearing a white shirt and black cropped pants. It was obviously very noisy in the car, but she could only see him.
…
Tang Xi squatted on the side of the road, looking at the clouds in the sky. There was one less contact in her list. Her summer was over.
"Thousands of words are inferior, but the young man is the best."
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A short story about secret love, adapted from the author's personal experience.
The article is incomplete, I can write it whenever I want, just to miss that clean and gentle boy.
Intention: miss my white moonlight
