In September when cicadas are chirping and noisy, the sun shines freely on the registration point on campus. He Yan, this gentle and tough girl with an ordinary background, is carefully checking the class placement information. At this time, there was a loud noise coming from far away, accompanied by the collision of basketballs and the unique vitality of the teenagers.
Xu Yang's basketball uniform was half open, revealing his smooth collarbone. Sweat beads slid down the tips of his hair and dripped on the sun-heated ground. He and his gang of friends were joking and striding over, and everyone around him called him "Brother Yang" with affection and awe.
The crowd's pushing caused the portfolio bag in He Yan's hand to be knocked crooked, and the registration form fell to the ground, stained by wet footprints. Xu Yang had quick eyes and quick hands. He bent down to pick it up. He touched the paper lightly with his fingertips and shook off the water stains casually. Then he handed the watch to the brother behind him and his eyes fell on He Yan. The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, with a bit of scorn, and his voice was low: "Classmate, I'm sorry, my brothers are too reckless."
He Yan raised her head, her eyes were clear, and she responded softly but firmly: "It doesn't matter, just be more careful next time." She was not flustered and shy like other girls because of Xu Yang's outstanding appearance and handsome temperament. She just calmly took the registration form, and her fingers inadvertently touched Xu Yang's fingertips, and an electric feeling instantly passed through their hearts.
Xu Yang raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of interest flashed in his eyes. Zhao Peng next to him was about to start teasing, but was stopped by Xu Yang's look. Xu Yang looked at the name tag on He Yan's chest and muttered silently, "He Yan." The voice sounded like he was savoring something precious, with a slight upward pitch and a different kind of tenderness.
He Yan looked at Xu Yang's leaving figure. He and the group of friends were joking towards the registration desk. The basketball was spinning nimbly at his fingertips. The sunlight outlined his tall and straight figure. His white shirt was soaked with sweat and stuck to his back, revealing the unique unruly and free spirit of a young man. Xu Yang, on the other hand, turned around in the crowd and met He Yan's eyes again. This casual glance was like a cool breeze in summer, quietly kicking off the story of their youth.
Concept: The love you have while growing up does not have to be dramatic. Those hidden in the folds of daily life are the most memorable ones.