The dream of a seventeen-year-old is like the blazing sun in midsummer. The dream of a boy seems not to be the first to wake up. The ignorant age is really throbbing. Lin Yi transferred to an ordinary high school in the midsummer of that year. He made many friends, but one day he met Jiang Yan. The first meeting of the boy seemed to be destined. They whispered. I thought it was a short-lived youth, but I didn't expect that I would fall in love first. Lin Yi was distracted during class, thinking about the young man in the next class who was gentle and cheerful, who loved to study and help him. Unintentionally, he suddenly found that his textbooks were full of Jiang Yan's name. Maybe this was the youthful years when his heart was beating.
Concept: In that summer, the cicadas chirped continuously and the breeze blew through the midsummer cauldron.