In the summer when he was seventeen years old, the cicadas chirped deafeningly. Lin Yan's brush secretly traced the silhouette of Jiang Qi shooting, hiding his unspeakable heartbeat in the folds of the drawing paper. An argument unexpectedly revealed their secrets. In the sound of rain in the studio, the two teenagers finally heard each other's heartbeats like beating drums. It turned out that in those seemingly estranged days, Jiang Qi was also clumsily paving the way in his direction.
The wind of the third year of high school came with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, and their love became the light hidden in the shadows: they pretended to be alienated in Zhou Yan's probing eyes, secretly jealous in Su Xiaoxiao's frank advances, quietly conveyed comfort with their toes at the dinner table of the two parents, and secretly tasted young kisses in the locked room. At the campus art exhibition, a painting with each other's marks was accidentally exposed. Under the emergency light in the stairwell, they hugged each other tightly and agreed that when the college entrance examination was over, they would expose the secret that had been hidden all summer to the sun.
This is about the youthful memories of two teenagers, about the chirping of cicadas, paintbrushes and basketballs, about the loves hidden in the gaps between desks and in the shadows behind doors, how they quietly brew in the autumn wind and become enough to resist the cold winter heat.
Intention: Study hard and make progress every day