In the midsummer of the first year of junior high school, Gu Xici met Lu Shu, the top student in a private middle school, on the Internet through a friend's introduction.
The two junior high schools, several kilometers apart, are confidants who talk about everything online and only have a few hasty encounters offline. She was once a scumbag student who just wanted to have fun. Because she looked at his figure from afar, she made up her mind to study hard, hoping to go to the same high school.
The heartbeat of my boyhood is hidden in weekend chat boxes, glimpses in the library, and familiar names on the list.
As time goes by, the young girl who wrote about her deepest feelings became a screenwriter, and the innocent young man in the past put on a military uniform and rushed to a distant place.
The spring breeze comes back every year, blowing through countless people, but it can never go back to the distant youth in the midsummer of that year.
A note to readers:
To all readers:
This is a silent heart-warming story.
The young man rushes to his home country with great ambition, and the young girl writes to collect her memories.
There is no vigorous entanglement, only the quiet and long regret hidden in the years.
If you understand Gu Xici's unforgettable look back for many years, and understand Lu Shu's restrained and restrained tenderness, it will be our resonance across the pages of the book.
I hope everyone will cherish the meeting before us and don't have to wait until the evening breeze blows to recall our old friends.
——Shan Yinxu
A note to readers: To all readers: This is a silent heart-warming story. The young man rushes to his home country with great ambition, and the young girl writes to collect her memories. There is no vigorous entanglement, only the quiet and long regret hidden in the years. If you understand Gu Xici's unforgettable look back for many years, and understand Lu Shu's restrained and restrained tenderness, it will be our resonance across the pages of the book. I hope everyone will cherish the meeting before us and don't have to wait until the evening breeze blows to recall our old friends. ——Shan Yinxu