At the team building after the competition, Si Jing walked along the beach with Wen Tingwan wearing anti-shoes on his back, when the world seemed to be dark, and only the drunken murmur of the girl and the heartbeat of the teenager were like a drum. Under the moonlit night, Si Jing turned her head to look at the drunk girl on her shoulder, she smiled dimly, like a lazy cat. - "Do you like Si Jing?" - "Yes, I like Si Jing the most." There seemed to be fireworks exploding in the boy's head, as if he had drunk the sweet brew of his hometown, and the sweetness flowed all over his chest unscrupulously. His world was on his back, close at hand, and his breath could be heard. But then, his world left him.