That summer, the sun shone on the blackboard in the classroom, the overgrown sycamore branches could not withstand the scorching summer sun, the cicadas chirped outside the window, and the wind blew hot...
"Lefty?"
"Hmm"
…
"Chen Xiao, remember."
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"I always go back on my word when it comes to giving up on you."
"But he responded to all my expectations."
"I wrote everything I didn't dare to say to you in my diary."
"I shouldn't be the only one to watch the romance of the setting sun."
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Later, everything only appeared in my dreams, accompanied by the summer wind. At that time, the wind was no longer hot and the sun was no longer dazzling. The wind blows, bringing countless small pieces of beauty...
Intention: I wish him all the best, and I wish everyone more courage
