[I only say that youth and spring are beautiful, and this love is quiet]
The night after returning from Jiangcheng, Song Shuli was acclimatized and had vomiting and diarrhea.
In a daze, the door was opened, and the neighbor helped her rush to the hospital.
It was midsummer, the noisy cicadas and sticky sweat made up the season she hated most.
While the world was spinning, she remembered that in her sophomore year of high school, Lin Jiachi carried her downstairs.
The baseball cap was placed on her head, and he gently tapped Song Shuli's forehead: "It's too sunny."
In fact, the sun was lazily hiding behind the clouds, and the breeze was just passing by.
But she didn't say much, her ears were red, and her cheeks were hidden in the shadow of the brim of her hat.
Later, she got Lin Jiachi's contact information after many twists and turns.
Clumsily looking for a topic, I quietly wanted to get closer to him.
The singer she liked was going to have a concert in Jiangcheng, so she took the opportunity to see the cherry blossoms in Jiangcheng.
At the train station in the early morning, Song Shuli sent out the message with trembling hands.
There are no romantic words, just four simple words.
I like you.
He only replied the next day, and it was simple.
He said, "Are you crazy?"
[In the seventh summer, I can finally say frankly that I don't hate this season.
Tips: third person/be
Intention: Blame me for being greedy
