I really like our school uniform, even though it's dirty and ugly, because it seems to be a little closer to him in that dress, even a little bit.

He is a senior who has graduated, he is very special, he is the only boy who can wear the school uniform so good-looking, and the earthy black and white school uniform is worn on him and he is eight points slim. I especially like his hands and eyes, which are slender and bony......

The first time I met him was at the graduation ceremony.

His eyes were as bright as obsidian, and they became the most beautiful scenery of all girls in the summer.

However, such a boy must have nothing to do with me, because:

He was thin, delicate, and dazzling.

I am small, ordinary, and inferior.

When I met him for the second time, the tour group went on a tour together, because I was admitted to the university of my choice, so I wanted to let myself see imaginary poetry and distant places.

There was no place in the car, so I had to sit next to him, the only time I had ever been so close to him.

Although we didn't say too much between us, I ignored him, as if I was a popsicle who didn't eat fireworks in the world, didn't love handsome guys, only loved scenery, yes, the scenery was very beautiful, but he was more beautiful than all the scenery I had ever seen, but there was an indescribable boundary between me and him.

Half an hour later, he looked down at his watch, then looked up at me: "Is the scenery here that beautiful?" "I don't dare to look into his eyes, even if I like his eyes, I keep a straight face.

After getting out of the car, I walked alone on the road, without friends and without him. I've been like this since I was a child, why am I like this? I've been like this since I was a child, and it's not surprising that I'm like this now. Maybe in the eyes of others, I've always been a weird guy who has no friends and doesn't need friends!

One person rode the roller coaster that I always wanted to play, and the other rode the Ferris wheel that 'two people sit together to be romantic'.

When I got off the Ferris wheel, a girl tentatively asked me, "Are you ...... Isn't a person afraid of loneliness? "Looks like she's scared of me and stutters when she talks.

I wanted to scare her, so I smiled at the girl and said, "Of course I'm afraid...... Why don't you stay with me? "The devil knows why...... The girl actually ran away. Am I that scary? But is it just a little withdrawn?

Later, I don't know why, but after that person came back from travel, he would always appear in front of me from time to time. I wanted to get closer to him and look at his obsidian-like eyes. But I'm a coward, and I've been secretly watching him and pretending not to see anything.

Later, I learned that their little white lotuses filled with greenhouses, they would be afraid of me who had no father, no mother, no backer and no friends. Legend has it that because of the death of both my parents, I had a withdrawn personality, mental illness, and violent tendencies. It's as simple as that, I'm violent, so they're afraid of me.

At that time, I just learned the truth and smiled bitterly, I thought at that time, maybe he thought to me like that, right?

In the days that followed, that person never appeared again.

I don't know anything about his departure, not only about his departure, but I don't know anything about him.

"This is the end of the memories."

"Well, don't you think he's handsome?" Su Xiao asked thoughtfully.

Midsummer shook her head and said, "yes, I still think he's the best-looking person I've ever met, even if I haven't spoken to him at all." ”

Midsummer looks like seeing through the red dust, and the people in the past probably won't encounter it again in the future.

"What's that boy's name? Do you know? ”

"South wind."

At the same time, the boys' dormitory next door is telling another equally beautiful story -

"Nanfeng, are you happy to transfer here?"

He said without hesitation, unhappy.

"Because it's because the little girl here is not your favorite type, you have finally transferred here, you better be happy and have a good feel for college life!" Roommate A quipped.

"I'll tell you a story, I think you're idle anyway." His eyes suddenly lit up, and he told a story about summer:

I know a girl who is very withdrawn, she is my former high school student, and the first time we met was at my senior year of high school.

Maybe it's because she's an orphan? So I don't have any friends, my classmates always say that there is a school girl who is a weird person and has violent tendencies, but I don't think it's just withdrawn and indifferent.

Later, I graduated, and finally saw the legendary schoolgirl for the first time, and somehow noticed her, but unfortunately there was no intersection again.

It's just that I didn't expect that when I went on a trip once, I sat with that girl very fatefully, and at that time I felt a little bored and looked for a topic with her, but she just ignored me and kept looking at the scenery and was fascinated.

At that time, I thought, it turns out that my handsome guy is not as good as a landscape, she is really an indifferent person.

In fact, she is very good-looking, especially when she smiles. Speaking of which, the first time I saw her laugh was because of another girl, I don't know why I went to a girl who liked me and asked her: Aren't you afraid of being alone?

As a result, she smiled and said to the girl I had found, "Of course I'm afraid...... Why don't you stay with me? ”

The girl I found was so frightened that she ran away, and I watched her smile in the corner. She's not scary at all when she's laughing, okay?

When she smiled, she was like a sunflower that was slightly open enough to dazzle but not hurt, and I noticed a small dimple in the left corner of her mouth.

I always thought she was a daisy hidden in the grass, but later I learned that she was a sunflower that bloomed only in the sun.

Since then, I have been dwelling in her eyes from time to time, and I think that I can probably impress her with my beautiful southerly wind, and I don't know if I like her at the time. But I really wanted to warm her and change her.

Why is that? It must be because I love her laughter, right? I was in front of her all the time, but everyone ignored me and ignored me, and my self-esteem was suppressed.

Just when I was determined to be good to her and change her, my dad was about to change jobs and told me to hurry home.

At that time, I was very timid and embarrassed to ask her for contact information, so I just stopped with her, I think she should not be as indifferent as before, right?

Maybe she's not alone anymore, maybe she's with someone she likes, maybe she's a beautiful girl now.

However, it is not perhaps, the memory of her is stuck in the last summer of that year, perhaps the last summer in my heart.

"I remember on the way to the tour, it was very windy, and once it blew, it wouldn't come back, just like I did at the beginning." Nanfeng is inexplicably a little sad, or is it because he talked about the lonely and slightly cool summer and her?

"Don't be sad, maybe you'll meet in the future? It's summer too! How romantic is it to meet her in the summer, to meet her again in the summer? ”

"Don't be poor, really, but as soon as you say summer, I think of the girl's name."

"What's that girl's name?"

"Midsummer."

Just then, the phone rang.

It was a girl's voice, saying that she had picked up Nanfeng's notebook.

"Okay, you wait for me there." The south wind said without being salty.

Roommate A: "What's wrong with you?" ”

"I lost my notebook." After Nanfeng finished speaking, he left, and went straight to the place where the girl said on the phone. There's nothing precious about a notebook, but the paintings inside are important.

The library of Mingyu University is closed to the public on weekdays, and is only open on Mondays. And the south wind was honored to lose the notebook on Monday, and now it's the weekend. But he was lucky that the notebook he lost on Monday was picked up by a girl.

With a white skirt, a black hairpin, and little white shoes, this back looks like a very beautiful girl, right? He patted the girl on the shoulder, "Did you pick up my notebook?" ”

"You're the owner of this book, aren't you? There are a lot of notes above, which I think should be useful and important for you. The moment she turned her head, she couldn't believe that it was actually the person she had been thinking about.

Fate always plays a joke on people, has she used up the luck of her previous life?

Doesn't it say that fate is jealous? Why do you still want me to meet you? Is this fate? I'm really glad to have met you Southwind, although I know you've forgotten about me.

He couldn't believe he was so lucky, but this face was indeed the girl named Midsummer.

Even if time passes, things are wrong, even if time flies and time flies, you will never be forgotten.

Fate is changeable, I don't know if I can be braver than last time in the future, whether I can no longer give up halfway, but now I want to cross everything to hug you.

I'm very happy to meet you again, do you remember me named Nanfeng in the middle of summer?

The school radio room didn't know who ordered a song "Little Lucky", which is Nanfeng's favorite song. The south wind sang softly to Midsummer to the music: "I am so lucky to meet you......"

"Your notebook ......" Midsummer lowered his head and didn't look at him, his face was a little red. Nanfeng took the notebook and lowered his head to open the last page, "You've read this notebook, right?" ”

"I didn't finish reading it, I read the first page." She didn't hide it, she couldn't lie or refuse in front of Nanfeng, which is why she kept seeing Nanfeng and didn't speak.

What does it bring in the summer?

The warm boy came like a warm sun in the middle of summer——

"Your name is Midsummer, right? It's very good. "When he speaks, his eyes are very bright, especially like obsidian. Does he remember her? It's a pleasure.

"Do you remember me?"

"Yes, I remember it very clearly." He looked at her with a smile, at her strange and familiar face.

"Hmm...... I'll go first, goodbye. Midsummer kept a straight face, and didn't think it was heard. She's just a dead duck with a hard mouth, and I don't know why when I hear him say that he remembers her and remembers her very clearly, an inferiority complex arises spontaneously.

Her back is still so lonely, she is still her. I still don't like to laugh, I still don't have many friends, I'm still alone. His heart muttered to himself: "Can you not be so indifferent in the middle of summer?" Don't be so indifferent, hey. ”

I wanted to be close to her, just like I did at the beginning. - South wind.

He still likes her smile as sunny as he first met, and feels as sorry for her injury, but now he knows what it means to like more than before.

To like is to make her laugh, to like is to wipe her tears, and to like is to do it for her without hesitation.

He stared at the last page, which he had intended to show her, with a midsummer sketch on it. But in the middle of summer, she left in too much of a hurry, and before she had time to show her, she left, but it didn't matter, there was time in the future, and it didn't matter how many sketches she painted.

It's a long time coming.

When the summer wind blew across his face, it inadvertently swept away the missing, leaving him and her. Summer is really a strange season, we have met each other here, and it is the height of summer, but I don't know how this story will develop this time, and whether there will be you this summer.