The September wind is wrapped in the residual warmth of the chirping of cicadas, and also contains a slightly sweet astringency.
Wan Wan walked out of the old alley in the morning light, the canvas bag strap rubbing against her shoulders, and the snakeskin bag wrapped in a quilt patched by her grandma. She was going to that shiny high school with fear in her heart, like an underripe fruit.
In the wind on the street corner, she bumped into a black car. The car window was lowered, revealing the silhouette of a young man looking around at his mobile phone. His nose was high and his lip line was thin. At just one glance, one can tell that they are from two different worlds.
We met again at the noisy registration office. Her enamel basin rolled to the floor, attracting a lot of attention. But he came over and took her heavy luggage. His eyes paused on the small mole on her lower lip, and his heart skipped a beat.
His name was Xia Ran, and he was a being who was surrounded by people. There was an unbreakable alienation in his eyes, but he gave her an inexplicable care when she was in a panic. The words "pretty good" were like a pebble thrown into the middle of a lake, causing indescribable ripples in her heart.
She watched his tall back disappear into the crowd, and an unknown fragrance floated in the wind. This first sight was like the wind in September, sweet and a little astringent. And when he turned to leave, his fingertips ran across the black screen of his phone, and the blurry shadow in his heart quietly overlapped with her appearance.
The story slowly begins from this heartbeat.
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