[1V1+sweet pet article+no abuse points+healing+youth]
The wind in the old streets in midsummer always carries the smell of sweet popsicles and boyish sweat. When Xu Meng was lying on the window sill on the second floor shaking his legs, he could always see Chen An shooting baskets on the basketball court downstairs, his white T-shirt wet and translucent - just like every day for the past ten years.
On the night of her seventeenth birthday, he gave her a gift box and ran away. Under the streetlight, a silver sunflower bracelet shone on her wrist, with the tiny word "" hidden inside the petals. She had worn it for three years and never took it off.
But in my senior year of high school, the truck quietly drove away in the early morning. He stood downstairs and watched her for half an hour, and finally only sent a WeChat message. When she woke up with a start, only the room downstairs was empty. Holding the bracelet with her fingertips, she cried until she couldn't breathe for the first time.
In the past five years, they have become "greetings only during the holidays" in the WeChat list. She was wearing high heels in an office building in the north, and her desk was decorated with everlasting sunflowers; he was handling business in the south, and the wallpaper on his mobile phone was a secretly photographed photo of her—that year, she was squatting in front of a sunflower bush, her ponytail sweeping through the sunlight. He sent the anti-stress tea anonymously, and she asked, "Is it you?" And he replied, "My mom sent it."
Until she moved back to the south with her parents. Downstairs in the community, he stood in the sunshine, his white shirt as clean as in high school, his eyes fell on her wrist - the bracelet was still there. "I haven't seen you in five years." He took her box and brushed the silver chain with his fingertips. "You haven't changed. There's not a day that goes by that I don't miss you."
When the wind blows through the golden flower fields, it always carries a sentence: I love you a little, and I can never hide it from my youth to my old age.
Concept: modern romance, a match made in heaven
