On a scorching afternoon, Chen tide lay on the table sleeping. The weather was very hot, and Chen tide had a very uneasy sleep. Chen tide narrowed his eyes and moved closer to her deskmate out of habit. "Dear, fan me." A gentle breeze was blowing above his head, and Chen tide was about to give his little deskmate a big hug. But what caught his eye was a boy. The boy was holding his head in one hand, leaning sideways and chatting casually with the newborn, and holding a textbook in one hand to fan the wind.
Concept: The ignorant love of youth is hidden in the heart. The encounter after maturity is vigorous.