Spring, summer, autumn, winter. The four seasons change and time rotates.
This is a story of youth and a story of growth.
[Note: This story is adapted from real events, please do not imitate or plagiarize]
Everyone will meet all kinds of people in their life, whether it is a surprise glance on the side of the playground or a helping hand when encountering difficulties.
Everything cannot escape the word "youth".
Shin Shiyin is no exception. Her youth may be the epitome of the youthful journey of all of us.
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Spring:
"Are you a freshman too?"
"What a coincidence, we are in the same class."
"What's your name?"
"Ling Chuyi..."
The young man's gentle voice sounded in his ears. He was dressed in white and was just like his name.
Chu Yi... Chu Yi...
In the pages of youth, the seeds of love sprouted with the appearance of young people...
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Xia:
The scorching young man was like the sea breeze blowing through Shen Shiyin's fragile soul in summer.
"Senior sister, if you have any questions in the future, you can contact me."
The boy raised the corners of his lips and made a phone gesture to the girl in front of him.
"Senior students must tell everything they know and tell everything they know."
The faint smile raised at the corner of his mouth merged with the warm sun, seeming to make the heat of this midsummer aggravate...
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Autumn:
With the refreshing cool breeze of autumn and the falling leaves, we ushered in the first semester after summer vacation.
"Shen Shiyin..." The young man murmured your name, his eyes fell on you sitting in the first row, and his eyes flickered.
"This box of chocolates is for you." The boy stuffed the chocolates in his hands into the girl's arms. His fingertips with sharp joints turned white due to excessive tension.
"Will you... Be my girlfriend?"
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Winter:
The cold wind was biting, and the white snow covered the houses in the distance. There were few pedestrians on the road, and a few snowplows passed by occasionally.
"Come to play with me tonight?"
Looking at the message sent on the phone, Shen Shiyin's eyes flashed, and then he tapped his fingertips and wrote the word "OK" on the screen.
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Youth is like the dancing notes on a musical score. Wherever your fingertips slide, there will always be a little trace left, just like youth.
The most beautiful thing in the world is to meet the truest you in the best years.
Concept: Youth is about non-stop encounters and misses
