Summer Ends Abruptly

On the day of the Hundred Days Oath-taking Ceremony, Xia Mian shouted her goal to the sky. "I must be admitted to Qingda University this year!" During the summer vacation after the college entrance examination, she sneaked into the deserted classroom in the evening and wrote down the secrets that had been hidden for many years. "We must catch up with Zhou Jiashu this year!" - It happened that day, Zhou Jia Shu went back to school to deliver materials. The sky under the setting sun is dyed red, and the thick glaze color is like a colorful oil painting, matched with the girl's pure eyes and clean smile. Zhou Jiashu leaned on the railing with his arms. He squinted his eyes and looked at the blackboard - he knew her name was Xia Mian. But didn't know she liked him. (Double First Love he ending) * —Following the archive article "Please Make a Wish for the First Snow", "Waiting for the Rainy Season", please collect it, and release the copy of "The First Snow"—— The confession letter was sent to the wrong person by mistake. Wen Zhirong stood uneasily under the eaves to find out who it was sent to. After waiting for a long time, my friend didn't come out, but I saw a group of people slowly walking past the back door of the classroom not far away. Liang Fuye was surrounded by them, smiling playfully, holding her pink confession letter between her knuckles. Wen Zhirong had an impression of him. He had a troubled face, was lazy and unstinting, and was unruly. She subconsciously wanted to escape, but someone blocked her in the corner. Under the half-dark light and shadow, Liang Fuye put his hands in his pocket and glanced at her with a half-smile. "Crush on me?" * No one expected that Liang Fuye, who was known as the most difficult to offend in X, would be so easy to chase. Wen Zhirong thought with tears in her eyes, yes, why is he so easy to chase, yet he was captured by her just with a confession letter. In the first week of their relationship, she wanted to tell the truth several times. But the moment their eyes met, Liang Fuye kissed her regardless of the importance. He kissed her until she couldn't breathe, and she couldn't remember saying anything when she fell into his arms in a daze. Sometimes Wen Zhirong felt that maybe Liang Fuye knew that she really didn't like him and was just teasing her. But Wen Zhirong sometimes had the illusion that Liang Fuye really liked her. On the day they broke up, the two of them had an ugly fight. Wen Zhirong dragged his suitcase and walked away without looking back. She thought there would be no future for them. * The next time we met was at a class reunion, there was an unprecedented heavy snowfall in XX. Snow fell all over the eaves, and a thick layer of fog formed on the glass window walls. Over the years, Wen Zhurong will always think of the snowy day when she was in college, when she wrote the name of her secret admirer in front of the glass window with the hope of a girl. But also in that snow, Liang Fuye bent down and kissed her. After ten truth or dare games, Wen Zhirong finally won one game. There was heavy snow outside the window. She raised her eyes and looked at Liang Fuye, but she choked up when she spoke. "You knew you sent the wrong letter back then, why did you still play tricks on me?" Liang Fuye stood by the window with a cold face. He held a cigarette between his fingers. The flickering light made everything hazy. He suddenly raised his head and blew out heavy smoke, and a name instantly swam out from the fog-covered glass window. This is what he has been asking for all these years. For this reason, he did many ridiculous things and made many jokes. He also childishly wrote her name over and over again in the mist in front of the glass window on a snowy day, hoping that the gods would listen to his sincere prayers. But later there was no happy ending, no love, but hatred remained forever. Facing the curious eyes of the surrounding students, Liang Fuye lowered his head and put out the cigarette, and said calmly—— "The letter was sent to the wrong person." "I stole it." Intention: Chasing beauty