When We Are the Only Ones Left in Midsummer

Huang Xiaohang, a programmer who graduated from college, finally took root in the office building in Guangzhou Tiyuxi. Taking Line 3 of Jiahewanggang morning rush hour every day and living in a cheap single room in Jixianzhuang, Ahang thought he had long forgotten his youth. It wasn't until Zhong Lusha's wedding invitation arrived that the song "Hua Tian Cuo" with broken guitar strings exploded in her mind again. He recalled the autumn of 2007—— The arrogant and cold-hearted Bai Yueguang's deskmate urges him to hand in his homework with a cold face every day; Teacher Shen, the head teacher of the mathematics class, gritted his teeth as he watched him use the super-dimension solution method to reduce the dimensionality of the final problem on the blackboard. Youth is a mistake made in a flower field. There is the young man's hidden clumsiness that is amazing, there is the vague affection that crosses the boundaries, and there is also the powerlessness that is torn to pieces in the face of real housing prices. Fiddled with the rusty strings, this time, Huang Xiaohang just wanted to listen to the sound of the wind blowing.