That summer, cicadas sang in the breeze.
Chen Qing, seven years old; Li Chengyan, eight years old.
Under the sycamore tree, Shen Qing played with the tree branches and chased me with the big yellow dog.
On the sycamore tree, Li Chengyan read a book happily.
"Ah Qing, stop playing around." Li Chengyan looked helpless at this sister.
"I know, I just didn't play for a while." Shen Qing was very unhappy that her enjoyment was interrupted.
The college entrance examination is over and I feel relieved.
Chen Qing, eighteen years old; Li Chengyan, nineteen years old.
Under the sycamore tree, Shen Qing took the initiative to express her love to Li Chengyan.
"Can we meet under the plane tree every summer?" Shen Qing expressed her feelings to him tactfully.
"Huh? Is your brain burned by the heat of the sun?" Li Chengyan gently touched her forehead with his hand.
The blush on Shen Qing's face quickly turned red. She couldn't tell whether it was due to the weather or other factors.
Li Chengyan understood what Chen Qing meant, and there were thousands of piles of snow rolling up in his heart, but he looked calm on the surface.
Shen Qing couldn't figure out the relationship between herself and Li Chengyan. Whether she was a brother or a lover in front of her suddenly turned into bubbles...
The ambiguous relationship between the lines caused ripples in the sycamore tree between Shen Qing and Li Chengyan under the calm sea...
Intention: Long-distance running in secret love is lonely, just like the sycamore tree, staying together is the best companionship.
