"Have a good sleep."
The night we met again many years later, Shen Wang stayed by the bedside and listened to Ye Zheng say many words in his dream.
It feels like I'm seventeen again. The sun outside the window is very bright in the afternoon, cicadas are chirping non-stop, and the air conditioner in the classroom is working diligently.
During the lunch break, Ye Zheng lay on the table to rest. Shen Wang was quietly doing the questions. Inadvertently, his eyes slid to the left and touched her exposed arm.
After a few seconds, he put down the pen in his hand, picked up the school uniform jacket that Ye Zheng had put on the back of the seat, and gently draped it on her body.
The face pillowed in the arms had the youthful vigor that belongs only to teenagers, and then, the corners of the girl's lips curled up quietly.
That summer will never come back, but the next summer will begin.
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Intention: persist in love and never give up
