Fang Shuxiang probably didn't expect that in the midsummer that year, the sun was shining brightly, the cicadas were chirping, and under the shade of the old sycamore trees, the breeze was blowing the young man's hair. Just a casual glance would last forever...
The story is very ordinary, very trivial, and may even be very lengthy. I don't like to criticize it lightly, and I don't accept any guidance on the plot. Thank you.
Concept: realistic, long story, written on a whim