She met Chen Yuzhou again.
In the noisy venue, his gaze penetrated the glass of the interpreter box from the front row of the auditorium and looked straight at her, shattering all her composure.
In the few seconds when she met his eyes, everything in her body that had been dusty for a long time was awakened in an instant. Summer night, night breeze, cats, canvas, school uniforms, paints, scars, pain, happiness... Everything rushed back into Zhou Ran's body like a flood. For a moment, she almost couldn't bear it anymore.
Zhou Ran took a deep breath and touched her face. Unconsciously, tears fell.
It was completely dark. It's such a summer night again.
Zhou Ran remembered a passage he once read:
"A supreme aesthetic is summer time. This phrase has developed into a complete system. In it, you can experience sweetness, pain, sadness, youth, deep love, secret love, loneliness, heat, sunshine, rivers, skin, waist, flowing tree shadows, the shortest happiness and the longest aftertaste. Death is imminent when you reach the highest peak. There is a summer time in everyone's life."
That night, Zhou Ran had a dream.
About the shortest happiness and the longest aftertaste.
A dream about a summer night wind.
Intention: Be your own light