Crash into the Young Man's Heart

The midsummer wind, carrying the sweetness of orange soda, disturbed the shadows under the sycamore trees. Lin Wanxing thought that there would only be the noise of cicadas and the glare of the sun that summer, until she panicked and ran into Jiang Yu's arms. The faint fragrance of cedar was a refreshing feeling that she had never experienced before. Since then, her entire youth has taken on a concrete shape: a deliberate chance encounter when she woke up ten minutes early, a secretly glanced back while queuing in the cafeteria, and a shared shade under an umbrella on the playground. He was the cool and taciturn number one in his grade, but he classified her as an "exception". Those little touches hidden in summer bloom like sycamore flowers, and quietly turn into the sweetest honey in the midsummer when cicadas chirp. It turns out that the heartbeat of midsummer is never because of summer, but because of meeting you.