???????? The summer sun is warm and covering, a little scattered residual heat is full of a wonderful flaw, even the air is full of sweet and greasy taste, like a breeze, gently blowing the big tree at the courtyard gate, a fallen leaf suddenly fell to the ground, standing still, the sky is half white and half blue, rendering the distant horizon, the blue is boundless, the dense branches and leaves reflect a fine lines, swaying out of the crisp. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Sweet Summer stood in the shade of the tree, boringly counting the leaves on it, like counting the pages of a book turned in June, line by row, paragraph by paragraph, rustling, mixed in the passing wind.

At this time, on this road, under this big tree, every day, there will be a teenager riding a bicycle and facing the wind passing by.

His body was smelling of laundry detergent, which was the most beautiful dream that Sweet Summer had ever felt, as if standing in a palace outlined in crystals, slightly swaying, soft as if he had drunk a large glass of grape wine, and almost wanted to fall asleep with intoxication.

The first encounter is so simple, but the throbbing after is shy and unforgettable, the girl's heart is always unpredictable, and the hurried first encounter under the cherry blossom tree makes a person fall into an emotion called a secret love.

The wait is always long, time stopped breathing, falling among the fragments of sunlight, and the cherry blossoms flying all over the ground blurred Sweet Summer's vision, but it gradually became clear the figure of the young man riding a bicycle.

When he was young, before he could speak, he was already thrilled, and he wanted to quickly turn into a small cherry blossom, covering his chest, hiding in the dirt in embarrassment, and when he was far away, he looked at him from afar.

But the body seemed to be enchanted, standing stiffly in place, and the memory was pale as he watched the young man approach, closer, closer, closer so that Tian Xia could tilt his ears slightly, and he could hear the melodious breathing of the other party.

So set off a scene of heartbeat, tossing and turning, like a sloping sea in the dark night, suddenly raised his head, the sun stretched the shadow of the boy long, the bicycle galloped melodiously, driving the cherry blossoms to fall, swaying from the side of the two, and then naughtily stopped between the hair of Sweet Summer.

At that moment, the picture was frozen, the breeze passed through the branches and leaves of July, like a lover's hand, it was so soft and gentle, the fingertips contained in it were full of beautiful heartbeats, the shallow smile of the young man let Tian Xia know that he knew her, and smiled back, Tian Xia lowered her head and said a good word.

What a coincidence! He took off the headset hanging from his neck and said with a smile!

yes, what a coincidence! Tian Xia replied cautiously, her voice soft.

When I meet someone I like, no matter how many words I have, I just stop between my teeth, and the only thing left is just a simple greeting, and then, there is no then, the bicycle bell rings, and it is easy to go, Tianxia smells the fragrance of laundry detergent in the air again, and goes back and forth, just a normal greeting can make her happy all day.

The most common encounter in the world is called fate, which is wonderful, it can closely connect the hearts of thousands of people and rivers, separate from reality, and bring such a real and beautiful fantasy.

Tian Xia thought that she and the boy had a strange and inseparable fate, otherwise, how could there be so many encounters in that colorful season.

The sky is washed blue, like an endless ethereal canvas, Tian Xia holds the pen, draws the outline of the heart's thoughts, and the white clouds of the past are embellished with gorgeous oil paint, and the cold posture is exuded.

Everything is so natural, the young love under the cherry blossom tree always seems comfortable and with a little youthful ambiguity.

Tomorrow, there will still be a repeat of today's scene, tomorrow, under the cherry blossom tree, there is still a girl waiting quietly, waiting for a young man riding a bicycle and facing the wind to gallop across this road.