That summer, the cicadas were chirping and the sun was shining everywhere. Young people aged 17 or 18 are always so tired, immersed in a sea of questions, looking forward to the big roc swaying the North Sea and fluttering its wings towards the sun; looking forward to one day finally blooming like a flower. They met in this passionate summer——
Cheng Buran: "Hello, Cheng Buran, the Buran who emerges from the silt without being dyed."
The boy standing opposite her naturally stretched out his hand and smiled slightly: "An Yi, the slender grass weeds, the shining Yi on the riverside."
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Cheng Buran is now standing at the highest point of the teaching building, opening his arms as if he didn't care: "An Yi - do you like me?"
The voice was loud, but there were only two of them on the rooftop. An Yi had a bright smile on his face, not hiding his inner joy at all: "Yes!"
"Then come and hug me!"
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The biting cold wind of winter has finally drowned out the scorching sun of summer. It seems that everything has happened, but it seems that nothing has happened...
Intention: The joys and sorrows of the world
