Four teenagers sat side by side on the beach.
"The sun has set..." Xie Yan looked at the sun and the dusk clouds on the horizon.
Listening to the roaring noise of the waves, Jiang Late said softly: "It will rise again, and it will brighten the world with us again. Even if it is the end of the world, it will remain intact." Suddenly, a gust of salt wind blew up the book on his lap, and he turned an unknown number of pages forward. Jiang Late held his forehead and sighed helplessly.
Yuan Xiao, who had been silent all this time, suddenly laughed: "The wind is so strong..." As he said this, his eyes turned to Chen Zeyu, who was sitting on his right. Chen Zeyu responded to his lonely eyes: "It will still rise, believe me it will be fine."
Purpose: Record "our" story