My Youth Is Complete Because of You

The wind in June is wrapped in the fragrance of gardenia flowers, flowing through the teaching building wrapped with ivy, and softening the chirping of cicadas. Lin Wanxing saw Jiangyu for the first time when he was squatting under the camphor tree picking up petals blown by the wind. The young man was wearing a white-washed blue and white school uniform, carrying a black backpack, and holding a rolled-up physics exercise book between his fingertips. He stood at the end of the corridor against the light, his jawline clearly outlined by the sunlight. The wind lifted the corners of his clothes, and also stirred up the biggest heartbeat in Lin Wanxing's entire youth. This is the summer of Grade 2 (7) of Xingyu Middle School, and it belongs to them as well. It is a hot and green story hidden in the scratch paper, recess exercises and evening self-study lights.