It was a long summer in my memory. When I talk about summer, I think of teenagers. Teenagers are synonymous with youth, and youth is a grand secret love. Those brooding memories have become the mark of youth for young girls. Even if the joy and excitement of youth end without any disease, it will be the most beautiful regret.
At the opening ceremony of the freshman year of high school, Meng Ruochen met a man with excellent grades like her brother. His name was Ye Hao. She thought that teenagers would be difficult to get along with, but she didn't expect that Ye Hao was not only not difficult to get along with, but also cared about her. Until one day, Meng Ruochen found out that Ye Hao liked her. When she was in love, she met a sunny person who took her to the dawn.
During the military training in the first grade of high school, Ye Hao noticed a lively and humorous girl named Meng Ruochen. She had the opposite personality to his own. Influenced by her native family, Ye Hao admired people like her, or he envied her. Ye Hao originally thought she was a little sun, but it wasn't until he really got to know her that he realized that she was extremely sensitive, had low self-esteem, and lacked love, so he chose to be her sun.
Ye Hao went to get water from the water fountain behind the classroom, and the two met. Her sudden concern and care made the seeds of Ye Hao's secret love begin to take root and sprout. Later, as they got along, the two gradually became close friends. She called him his idol and he called her little sparrow.
The boy's love is always passionate, and the girl's throbbing is always cautious. This encounter has no ending. Many years later, the two confessed about their joy. Ye Hao always said that it was a beautiful memory in his youth. If Meng Ruochen had any regrets about this youthful joy, it must be that he did not try hard to get close to him earlier.
They met in the summer in their memories and parted again in the summer many years later.
"I once transformed my youth into him, and I also had summer popping up at my fingertips. Whatever my heart moved, I just let it go."
The wind rises and the wind gathers, and the wind stops and disperses. The summer solstice has not yet come, but I like you more than just one summer.
Concept: Two-way secret love, regret
