The August wind quietly migrated into September, with a hint of coolness caught in the wind.
The boy's clothes were raised, his back was turned to the wind, and he was smiling broadly.
"Cheng Wan, what's your name?"
"What did you say my name was?"
"No, no, no, I mean let's go watch the moon together?"
"There is also a moon over our house."
"I mean I like you."
"I mean I reject you."
I should also understand the young man's thoughts. I should have understood it long ago when he shielded me from the sun in the afternoon and when he took me home in the evening.
I should probably agree to him, if I mistook him for Fu Yan.
If Fu Yan didn't express his feelings.
If there is no news from Fu Yan.
I should probably agree to him.
The daisies are blooming towards the evening, and I am waiting for the night sun.
Intention: We all want to be good
