In Mingde Middle School in June, the camphor leaves were rustling. When Lin Yu was picking up a basketball under the tree, he bumped into Shen Zhixia, who was holding a half bottle of orange soda. Her white shirt was stained with sweat, her eyes were red, and even the temperature of her fingertips when she handed the ball was more scorching than the midsummer sun.
After that, the soy milk and meat buns in the morning became an exclusive agreement. The sunset in the study room reflected the two of them solving problems side by side. The orange soda on the playground bleachers made a crisp sound. Even the notes passed during the evening self-study were stained with the sweetness of the summer night breeze. The chirping of cicadas became the background sound of their thoughts, and their hot breaths were hidden under the umbrella they shared on a rainy day. When the numbers on the countdown card gradually decreased, they finally hid "I like you" in each other's accelerated heartbeats on a night wrapped in the evening wind.
This is a love that belongs exclusively to midsummer, about white shirts, orange soda, and the blatant preference of two teenagers. Even if summer comes to an end, every moment related to him will always be fresh and hot, like the starlight that cannot be blown away by the evening breeze, remaining in the softest memory of youth.
Intention: Thinking of summer