The midsummer of the senior year of high school is often the most nostalgic.
For Cheng Lichu, that summer was the familiar Goose City, the breeze by the river, endless test papers, endless conversations, the sunset outside the window and the gentle and silent boy.
It's the close-fitting table and the endless topics for discussion, the ceiling fan overhead and the tacit understanding and beautiful longings of dormitory night conversations, the songs in the MP3 and the touchable distance.
The inadvertent touch of the arm is like orange soda. When it shakes slightly, the bubbles rise and the sweetness fills the whole body.
Countless joys and happiness, as well as unknown regrets and misses, all existed in my senior year.
*The title may have nothing to do with the text
*Life in the senior year of high school, daily running accounts
*Background: old college entrance examination, liberal arts and Dali
Concept: noisy friendship, understanding first love
