The background of the era is fictional, roughly the Republic of China
Lin Yumian stretched out his hand: "Hello, my name is Lin Yumian, who are you?"
The boy stopped writing, exposed half of his delicate face, and shook his hand politely: "Song Fengsheng."
"I'm running away from home now, can you take me in temporarily?" She shook his sleeves and made a plea.
"Your name is Song Fengsheng, so you should be born in the wind."
"If you kiss, you have to take responsibility."
He raised the corner of his mouth slightly and rubbed her face with the tip of his nose: "I never thought of being irresponsible."
"Why did he become as clingy as my cat after a trip to the United States?" Lin Yumian smiled, thinking of the calico cat at home, which would always rub itself on him when nothing happened. He often couldn't be driven away, and was so sticky and endearing.
His dark eyes were so close to mine, so ambiguous to the extreme.
Later, she couldn't help but think back to that moment. What she naively thought would last forever turned out to be so ethereal.
Song Fengsheng, how could you give up?
Perhaps that night was already too complete, and they could only stagger it, never to continue.
There will be no more summer, Song Fengsheng.
The hot summer of her girlhood will never be seen again with your passing.
(It's a bit cruel but the ending is HE!)
Intention: Youth fades away in waiting, but love will never fade away as it passes through the years.