In the scorching summer when I was 10 years old, I exchanged a 1-yuan bottle of gourd drink for the happiness of a young man in early summer.
Six years later, when they met again, he recognized him and got closer step by step.
At the end of a friendly basketball game, he suddenly teased her, "Girl, your way of picking up conversations is a bit crude." At that time, the boy wearing the No. 11 Red jersey turned around and jumped up to shoot a long-distance shot. With a perfect arc parabola, the basketball hit the basket steadily.
Later, there was an extra sentence in her diary.
Intention: The light of youth, the goal to follow