Summer Storm

The story of Lin Wanxing and Lu Chen begins with the too-bright sunshine outside the classroom window of the second grade of junior high school. The boy's reckless heartbeat and the girl's shy response compose the purest note in the prologue of youth. They secretly held hands under the desk and shared the same pair of headphones on the way to school. Lu Chen's clear voice was once the most reassuring background sound in her world. Quarrel is like a summer thunderstorm, it comes and goes quickly. After the rain, the sky clears up, and we cling more closely. They believe that this emotion mixed with jealousy and sweetness is enough to support them on the long road of growth. However, the river of time never slows down because of young love. In my senior year of high school, a watershed moment in my life suddenly lay before my eyes. Lu Chen chose the highly competitive road of broadcasting and hosting art exams. The voice that was once only whispered to her began to be polished in the voice practice room, simulated hosting and countless manuscripts, becoming mature and skillful, but also brought with it a sense of distance that was unfamiliar to Lin Wanxing. The distance in space was infinitely widened by the art exam training, and the messages he sent from the training ground became brief, perfunctory, and even carried the exhaustion and impatience of being drained by manuscripts and mock interviews. On the other end of the phone, his voice that once gently coaxed and told her stories was gradually replaced by silence, sighs, and the professional excuse of "I'm practicing voice/recording/preparing for exams." Lin Wanxing's world began to tilt. She listened to his voice that might be perfectly performed in public, but she couldn't grasp the temperature that was once exclusive to her. Uneasiness was like a vine, growing crazily in her heart. She held her cell phone, waiting for a ringtone that would never ring on time. Those unresponsive messages and hastily hung up calls became silent sharp blades, cutting into her increasingly fragile trust. The more his voice was heard in the vast world, the more stingy and distant it became to her. Longing ferments into suspicion, and anxiety ignites the flames of war. Every rare encounter is no longer the joy of meeting again after a long absence, but an explosion after careful testing. Lin Wanxing was eager to confirm his love, and his words were filled with grievances and questions; Lu Chen was overwhelmed by the high-intensity professional training, cruel elimination competition, and his girlfriend's "incomprehension". He responded with the calmness he had developed on the stage and even the alienation of a broadcaster, but to Lin Wanxing, he only heard cold irritability and defensive sharpness. Intense quarrels have become the norm, and the private murmurs in the earphones that were once shared have been repeatedly torn and worn in the sound of mutual accusations. His "good voice" that was praised by countless people gradually lost its warmth and became harsh in her ears. The warmth of a close embrace has cooled down amidst repeated hurtful words, professional excuses and long-term separation. They have worked hard, struggled, and tried to catch the passing sand, but in the end they were no match for the torrent of reality, the harshness of their professional paths, and the deviation of their respective growth trajectories. There is a moment when the storm finally subsides. After exhausting all the energy to roar, retain, and hurt, all that is left is a ruin-like silence. Intense emotions are like ebbing water, taking away the last trace of enthusiasm and expectation. There are no more quarrels, and the contact is gradually broken. The young love that she once thought was unforgettable and capable of confronting the whole world, together with Lu Chen's unskilled and sincere voice that he had only shown to her, finally ended quietly in silent exhaustion and returned to a heavy and pale calm. It's not relief, but exhaustion of all possibilities, leaving only the empty and lonely echo after youth is over - the unique voice that once lingered in the ears has completely disappeared from each other's life frequency. Purpose: Describe my youth