"In the midsummer of seventeen years old, Xiaochen was a rebellious boy who skipped classes and kept the zipper of his school uniform open. The chalk was hit on his back, and his smile when he turned around was more dazzling than the sun;
Later, the boy who was fearless locked himself in a room with tight curtains; and the girl who was timid about speaking loudly learned to knock on his door and put hot milk within his reach.
We met again in the afternoon when cicadas were chirping noisily. He was staring at the wall in a daze, and she squatted down to pick up the cigarette butts at his feet: "The sky is always there. The clouds come and go. Nothing goes in the past. That's what you told me before."
He twitched the corners of his mouth, and his voice was as hoarse as rust: "I forgot about it a long time ago."
But when she put Xiao Chen's diary on the table - "I will never let her cry alone." His fingertips trembled, and the gaze that fell on her hair was still as hot as the warmth of her schoolbag strap when he jumped over the wall in the midsummer of that year.
——Some rebelliousness hides tenderness, and some timidity hides bravery. We have to wait for a midsummer to see each other clearly. "
Intention: The tragedy and greatness of this world does not give us any truth, but there is a lot of love. Absurdity prevails, but love saves us.
