We meet again when the chirping of cicadas cannot break through the sticky heat of midsummer.
Later, they shared a pair of headphones to listen to the new album, and shared their feelings on the rooftop. Zhou Huan counted the rough edges of Jiang Maung's sweater, and Jiang Maung blocked the confiscated list in the dean's hand for him. In the graduation photo, the two of them were half a class apart, but they looked at each other and smiled at a moment that was not captured by the camera.
We met again in the VIP room of the office building. Jiang Mao was in a suit and leather shoes, and Zhou Huan was holding a design album. The ten years seemed to have been pressed on the fast forward button, but when they looked at each other, their heartbeats were still at the age of seventeen. From the love letter secretly hidden in the schoolbag to the red book spread out in the Civil Affairs Bureau, it turns out that as early as the year when the cicadas were at their peak, they were destined to go from white shirts to white wedding dresses.
Purpose: Write about marriage