Xia Xia was already very sensible when she was six years old, I had stomach problems and I usually had irregular schedules, Xia Xia would remind me to eat, and she said that she was my angel. I don't know where she got the word angel from, but I do know she's my Angel. I was usually busy with work and always got off work late, Xia Xia knew that I always liked to drink coffee after work every day, and at that time, our orphanage was far away from the grocery store that sold coffee beans, and every time Xia Xia would walk far away alone to buy me coffee beans.

I still remember her little red face burned by hot coffee, and the warm pour-over coffee.

When Xia Xia was seven years old, he was actually respected as the king of children by a group of children. Because of Xia Xia's indifference in the eyes of the children, she has become a model of the king, and of course the cold Xia Xia did not agree. That year, they had always been reluctant to be chased by a group of children who said that Midsummer was their queen.

When she was a little older, Xia Xia was keen to learn new things and learned things quickly. Everyone slowly discovered Midsummer's interest in music, I once specialized in musical instruments, and Xia Xia became my protégé. Xia Xia is really a rare genius in my eyes, I taught her simple notation and staves, and she actually learned them all in less than half a day.

Later I asked her what instrument she liked, and she said guitar, and only I knew why she liked it, because I told her that the guitar was my favorite, and I didn't become a guitarist, and she said she was going to play the guitar I gave her forever.

Later, Xia Xia Zhen has been playing the guitar for some years, and Xia Xia has carried the folk guitar I played before from Dongguan, Guangdong to Chengdu, Sichuan. I asked her if she was willing to leave Guangdong. I know that Guangdong is very important to her, and I am here, and she was born and raised here.

She didn't answer me and stepped on the green train to Chengdu.

I still remember Xia Xia's love in her sophomore year of high school, and she said that maybe she didn't have a fate with that boy, so that boy went far, far away. The boy's departure was the same as the boy's name, and Xia Xia said that the other breeze going south was the boy.

The reason why Xia Xia left, because Xia Xia is not from Guangdong, but she did very well in the high school entrance examination, Xia Xia is very independent, she chose to go to Chengdu, where her hukou is located, to take the high school entrance examination, and she was admitted to a key middle school in the first exam.

Alone, she carried her guitar and a small bag, and left, seemingly without the slightest memory. I have always been in contact with Xia Xia, Xia Xia she also sent me money, I said I don't want her to insist that it is for the children in the orphanage, she always said that the price of Chengdu is very low, let me not be afraid that she has no money to spend.

Then I asked Xia Xia if she had a boyfriend, Xia Xia always said that there was only the boy with eyes like obsidian in her heart, I asked her if she had any friends and she said there was one, and then she hung up the phone, I received the deposit from her, and my tears fell down my ......

After some narration, Nanfeng seems to have returned to the original place and met the original her. She is withdrawn, she is independent, she is small and she is humble, she likes a person but does not dare to tell her, she is indifferent, she does not like to rely on others, her name is Midsummer.

Nanfeng said in a somewhat rusty Cantonese: "One by one, borrow more, I roar like shrimp and shrimp, always hey." (Auntie, thank you, I like Xia Xia all the time.) ）”

The aunt said in pure Cantonese: "You are bored with the cook, and the hands of your nephew will grow old with you." (Bless you to hold the hand of your son and grow old with your son.) ）”

He would like to:

Time flies, return to the past, hurry up but the years, willing to exchange true feelings for white heads.

In her hospital room, there are also blooming sunflowers on the bedside table, which shine like light in the sun, and the sunflowers that are changed every day are planted by his own hands. His sunflowers did not wither, and his beloved midsummer did not wake up.

In the attending doctor's office in the middle of summer.

"Give it up, she's not going to wake up."

"It's not like that...... She'll wake up...... Will wake up...... She promised not to leave my ...... No......" Nanfeng's voice trembled visibly, and he shook the attending doctor's shoulder like crazy. The attending doctor had no choice but to shake his head, and said helplessly, "Then let's take another look." The attending doctor turned around and left, leaving Nanfeng alone in place.

When Nanfeng reacted, his tears were already scattered all over the ground, Nanfeng didn't expect that he was so vulnerable, and his mind was full of summer.

He also remembers the letter that Midsummer put in the guitar that said:

If you read this when you pick up the letter, then I should be very fateful, I wonder if you know a story about summer? You should know, this summer, no, every summer there will be a lot of stories, if you want to listen to me and tell you my story.

Let me tell you my name first, my name is (SUMMER), this name is very vulgar and common, right? I don't know why my name is Midsummer, but I'm sure there must be many, many Midsummers in this world, probably because I was born in the summer. As for a very important male protagonist in my story, his name is Nannan, which is very similar to a child, right?

Nan Nan is his nickname, he said he didn't like his name, so let's call him Nan Nan, he used to be my senior in high school, I heard that after he was seriously ill, he came to a new university again, and he actually became the same grade as me.

He was the first boy I liked, he was very warm, he was kind to everyone, his eyes were beautiful like the brightest stars in the world, and he was also the first student in his grade. He's so perfect, it's normal for me to like him.

After all, he and I are just two words - secret love. Since it's a crush, it's destined to look at him from afar, but then he left, and he walked so without hesitation, I didn't even see him when I got my graduation certificate, and there was no him on the graduation photo, and after he left, I knew that I didn't know anything about him at all, and I couldn't even look at him from afar.

I was going to study the senior sister of the last senior year of high school, and I confessed to him as soon as I graduated, but when we met, it was when he graduated.

I haven't seen him again. I secretly wrote his name on the corner, but I never dared to write my own name with him, I was really so cowardly, serious and cowardly.

A year later, I miraculously met him. Then we dating, but he never told me that I liked you or that I loved you, he only said that he wanted to be my sun.

He sings hard and never likes to sing, but he still sang Little Lucky for me, and he said that it was the only song he could sing, but he still didn't finish singing it for me. He only sang for me, I was lucky to meet you, and then I sang Little Lucky for him when we broke up. I don't know why I still sang that sentence, or that sentence I was lucky to meet you, I sang so hoarsely, and it was really hard to sing.

He proposed the breakup, and I agreed to him without the slightest hesitation, because that's what he wanted. He was very warm and nostalgic, and when he left, he said to me, "Go back to class, and you will be good in the future." ”

He lost his dreams, and finally threw me and the former him into memories. Sometimes I often wonder if he hadn't had those accidents, if he had been the same person with dreams, would he have lost me? I never told him, in fact, my dream was lost, and I lost it with my guitar, but I still can't lose him, so I still let time smooth out the traces of his visit for me, and let the thoughts and memories forget together.

I want to say to you who are reading this letter, when you meet the person you love in the future, don't be like me. Thank you for reading this letter, and thank you for witnessing this story where time is about to be diluted.

……

As if he had lost his mind, Nanfeng sang an almost out-of-tune and heart-rending little luck. He sang with a hoarse voice and red eyes: "I'm so lucky to meet you......"

Why...... It's so ugly...... I sang so badly at the time, why did you finish listening to it? Why didn't we get together when we liked each other in high school? Why is our past still vivid?

There's so much to do and so much to say between them...... It's just that the deep sleep of midsummer hides too much.

Nanfeng wiped away the tears that were about to fall again, and walked towards the hospital room in the middle of summer. Walking into the ward, he felt the scent of sunflowers rushing to his face, sunflowers exuded youthful vitality in the sun, but in the middle of summer they were not alive at all.

He saw the peaceful sleeping Midsummer, he blinked helplessly and dotingly, he held her hand and gently pressed it against his forehead and said: "Xia Xia, you wake me up quickly, it is said that the people who call you Xia Xia are all people who love you, and your aunt and your parents are your family, and now I also call you Xia Xia." I also want to be your family, and I will always be with you, even if it is a catastrophe. ”

He looked at Sheng Xia very affectionately and said, "Xia Xia, I know that I have never said that I like you and I love you, but I hypocritically said that I want to be your sun." Later, I broke up with you because of my own fragility, and then I picked up your guitar and the letter in the guitar, and I knew that you can't play the guitar anymore. We lost each other's dreams, and in the end, we almost lost each other's ......"

He smiled and continued, "It's good that we didn't lose each other, it's really okay, you have to wake up quickly!" I swear I'll tell you a lot when you wake up, I love you! ”

His hands holding her never let go, the temperature outside the window is still slowly rising, maybe the summer is still making its last struggle, and the temperature that has not yet dissipated tells everyone that this summer is not over yet, and the story about summer continues.