She thinks about that time often.
The heat of midsummer is not only the degree indicated by the weather forecast, but also the girl's high ponytail and a few inconspicuous drops of sweat on her chin. At that time, no matter how hot the weather was, I had to wear a jacket, and the air conditioner with mediocre cooling effect always had to be paired with books that were constantly fanning. Because of losing weight and being afraid of climbing stairs, I hid in class during dinner time. I often go to other classes to visit, and the blue and white school uniforms are intertwined with the giggles. Occasionally, someone secretly plays a song, and even if I put on lip balm, I look glamorous. The sunset was the most charming at that time, and I always had to sip a drink and watch it for a long time before studying in the evening.
When the wind blows, the back seat of my mother's motorcycle is the most comfortable. I secretly check whether there are any pimples on my face today in the rearview mirror. Occasionally, I grin and eat breakfast that is too late to eat on the dining table, racing against the school bell.
Time is always sticky, like gummy candy, growing together with the sunlight in the mottled tree gaps on the desk.
Concept: youth pain, memories and relief