Sent to You in August

That summer, when the fan was squeaking, he rushed into the tutoring class despite the smell of sweat all over his body, and met a girl with a bun on her hair. He recognized the wrong person, talked about love, received a bottle of "imported" eye drops, and was tortured to the point of crying or laughing by a bluffing, two-faced deskmate. Until one afternoon after a rainstorm, she opened the door of the boys' dormitory wearing a dress. This is a story about summer, cicadas and barbecue stalls. At that time, we didn't understand what liking meant, but we just couldn't help but want to take another look at that person.