That summer, Wen Zhixia stood under the camphor tree holding an orange soda and saw Lin Yanzhou falling on the court with a maple leaf-shaped scar.
On the playground washed away by the heavy rain, the figure of him jumping on one foot to pick up the ball became the hottest mark in her youth.
Later, the young man went to Beijing with his unopened confession, and her cicadas chirped in the middle of summer, only remaining in the bottle of expired Coke.
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