Jiang Xu'an's first perspective:
My 16th year was long and bitter, it was my most sensitive year
The summer after junior high school ended, my mother's job was transferred, so I transferred to Qingcheng with her.
In the new environment that I couldn't adapt to, I was inundated with rumors.
When I was cleaning the house near the end of the semester, there were malicious discussions behind me.
The moment I turned around, my tears burst out
A sneer rippled in my ears, and I raised my head following the voice. The boy crossed his chest, "Hey! Is it fun to spread rumors?"
At that moment, the sunlight outside the window seemed to be shining on him. The sunlight shone through his hair, and there was a small mole on his face.
I was stunned, and I would secretly look at him with my peripheral vision during the next class break.
I also learned his name, it sounds nice - Ji Wangshan
I once gave a speech at school. I didn't pay much attention at first, until a familiar voice came into my ears through the microphone. I raised my head and inadvertently met the boy's eyes.
Later, I started asking about him constantly and found out that he likes to play basketball. Of course, I also like it.
Not just basketball, but him too
Intention: Youthful years, progress hand in hand