The September wind blew through the camphor trees. Shen Yi threw the basketball into the cardboard box and asked with a smile: "New guy?" Lin Jianxu nodded.
He is generous and bright, as if he is always standing in the sunshine.
She has a happy family, but there is always a rain in her heart that only she can see.
He dragged her across the rooftop, across the playground, through those dusty days, and shouted to her in the wind: "Lin Jianxu, you have plenty of time."
The wind kept blowing, blowing through the clothes of the two teenagers, blowing through the unspoken tenderness.
Later she discovered that a cloudy day could be slowly illuminated by a person.
