In the midsummer of that year, fifteen-year-old He Yixia met sixteen-year-old Xu Yize.
With the warm chirping of cicadas and the cool breeze blowing through his hair, the young man on the stage was plucking the strings of his guitar. His white school uniform shirt made him even more dazzling. The clear singing lit up the sky in early summer. He laughed and fled away from the breeze and the bright moon. Such a bright and sunny boy deeply reflected in her heart.
She always remembered that summer, the noise of the people around her and the wanton swagger, the back figure on the screen and him strumming the strings on the stage. When the breeze blew gently by her ears, she would think of that boy again, and she knew that her heart would be moved by him throughout the summer.
There will always be surprising encounters. If you don't believe it, go and blow the warm evening breeze in summer. At dusk, guess the colors of the sunset with the boy, look at the soft sunset, and witness the bravery of the girl.
She said
"Xu Yize, please take advantage of summer to like me!"
Intention: I hope we can all meet our own Xu Yize