Wearing school uniform, standing in the corridor and smiling at me against the light, you are the summer I will miss forever.
Zhang Zhixuan: "I'll make two little tweets with you too."
Hua Jinpeng: "So ugly"
Zhang Zhixuan: "No"
Hua Jinpeng: "How can I tie my hair if it's too short?"
Zhang Zhixuan: "Oh, someone just doesn't want to get stabbed."
Hua Jinpeng: "Just pierce me! I have nothing to fear."
Hua Jinpeng: "I Love You"
Zhang Zhixuan: "I know"
A classmate: "This is what Hua Jinpeng gave you."
The green hills do not change their color, and the mountain birds eventually return to the forest, dancing with the setting sun and drinking in the past. From now on, the green hills remain the same, without thinking about the past.
Purpose: How can one dare to enter the prosperous world if he is poor? How can the breeze on his sleeves deceive a beautiful woman.