In the summer when he was seventeen years old, the sun outside the window was painful and dazzling. Xiang Xiazhi lay lazily on the table. The old-fashioned fan above his head was squeaking. The coolness blowing in made Xiang Xiazhi's body less hot, and the redness on his face also faded a lot. At that time, the young man looked through the blurred window from the corridor, and his deep and bright eyes were reflected on the girl's rosy face.........
Concept: Summer and wind chimes can always bring back the confused and beautiful memories of youth.