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At the age of 28, I have been married to a person who loves me for three years, and I live a life that others would envy, but I often think about that summer when I was 17. The sun was very dazzling that year, and there was a boy in a white shirt who always liked to wear shirts of various colors and rode a bicycle in my eyes. In my graduation year, everyone wore black ties, except for him who wore a blue tie. Later, I would always stop when I saw a blue tie. Then I had a super long dream about that summer...