Late summer, autumn has not yet arrived.

The bustling Yanjing is full of flowers.

The evening sun shines through the window and into the desk, dyed a faint red.

On the desk, Lin Xia took off his glasses and stretched lazily, and then inexplicably felt some unspeakable reluctance.

After two and a half years of hard work, the 200,000-word novel "That Summer That Year" finally finished the final draft, and like the three-year journey of high school, it was finally brought to an end.

"Finally finished?"

"It's done!"

"Okay, I'll immediately contact the editor-in-chief here to plan and publish, hard work!"

"It's not hard, you're hard, and during this time, thanks to your guidance......"

"Hey, don't say that, this is what I should do, wait for my good news."

"Good!"

After Lin Xia sent the 200,000 manuscripts to the editor's mailbox of [Daystar Publishing House], he briefly exchanged a few words with the editor and then closed the computer.

The sunset is about to set, and the sunset in the distance is red, like a flame, burning all over the sky.

She stood up and glanced at the graduation photo at the table.

On the graduation photo, the three-year time was as dreamy as a horse watching flowers, and the appearance of each classmate was imprinted in Lin Xia's mind, and the memories hit like a tide, which made her feel a sense of frustration.

[Some people are destined to only accompany us through a very short journey, even if they are reluctant, they are just waving their hands]

[Wave your hand and go, and you will be gone forever, except for those figures in your memory, you will never leave anything behind]

Thinking of the last paragraph in the book "Youth and Youth", Lin Xia suddenly became extremely sad, she picked up the graduation photo, looked at the faces on the photo, and recalled everyone's story.

The memory goes back to the last lesson before graduation and after the college entrance examination.

There is no heavy study, no stressful college entrance examination, and no employment pressure urged like a whip, everyone is chatting about the future, talking about the future, and talking about employment.

Gao Fei's NBA basketball dream, Zhang Panpan's singer dream, Shen Lanlan's animation dream, Zhang Mengjie's loud confession......

Before going their separate ways, everyone was imagining the best future, and they also said some things that they didn't dare to say in class, but as they spoke, they somehow brought some tears of parting.

[You are the best class I have ever led. May you have a bright future, may you have a rainbow all the way, and may you still be young when you return many years later! 】

The head teacher "monk" who once scolded them out of the shit was also very rare to praise everyone, and after the blessing, everyone left the classroom in an uproar.

The second class of the third year of high school is the best class in Cangdong County, and it is also the best class in the entire Canghai District college entrance examination in 11 years!

Recalling his past achievements, Lin Xia couldn't help but feel a little proud, and a crescent moon crossed the corner of his mouth.

She was the best in the entire class, and she was also one of the few people in the entire Canghai District who was admitted to Yenching University.

After a moment of pride, she put the graduation photo back on her desk, sorted out her emotions, and picked up the novel "The Last Penny" by the Tsarist writer Chikoru and read it.

Chikoru is one of Lin Xia's favorite writers, and I heard that he is the hottest nominee for this year's Nobel Prize in Literature, and one of the most anticipated popular writers by the organizing committee.

The book "The Last Penny" is simple to understand, with the protagonist as the line, and connects the joys and angers of a person in a very humorous way, Lin Xia was immersed in it, and before he knew it, the time was six o'clock in the evening.

The sun had already set, and the sunset reflected half of the sky.

Lin Xia reluctantly put down the book, stood up, and walked in the direction of the kitchen.

Although, at school, she is a girl with glasses, some gentleness, and some sensitivity, but in her bones she is an independent woman.

My mother was busy with work, and although she would see each other every day, she would be disturbed by countless phone calls after not being able to talk a few words when she met, and then she would always leave home in a hurry. My father is abroad all the year round, and I don't see him a few times a year, even if I was admitted to Yenching University, I only got a phone call from my father and never came back.

Lin Xia has been sensible since she was a child, although she happened to pass by the mall, and she would be envious when she saw other parents taking their children to visit other shopping malls, but she understood her parents and never complained about anything.

Once in the kitchen, she put on her apron and began to cook her own dinner.

At this time, the phone kept ringing.

She frowned, took out her phone, and saw that it was a text message.

[Lin Xia, after graduation, can I ask you to have a meal together? ] I have something to tell you! 】

[Lin Xia, there is a sentence that I have been buried in my heart for a long, long time......]

[Lin Xia, I like you! 】

【……】

Seeing these text messages, Lin Xia couldn't help but blush, and began to feel a little flustered and a little overwhelmed in her heart.

A text message is a confessional text message.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or a prank, Gao Fei, the sports committee member of the next class, and Xu Kangjian, the study committee member of the class, texted themselves at almost the same time.

Lin Xia finally replied with a few "Thank you for liking, but, I'm sorry......"

When she was done, she put her phone on silent.

These boys are good, but she doesn't like them.

It seems that subconsciously, she does not want to fall in love at this time?

Or......

After liking it ignorantly, even after being together, many people can't stand college and social disturbances and finally break up......

Isn't that what is written in many books?

Future?

Who knows what the future holds!

Lin Xia put the phone next to him, smiled suddenly, and then continued to make dinner.

"I'm Lin Xia's classmate!"

"I'm really a classmate of Lin Xia's owner......"

"Ouch, I really don't know what to say about you, I'm a student, and students don't have mobile phones!"

"I'm not really a little advertisement...... These ads, oops......"

"You let me in, at least let me see Lord Lin, right?"

"I can understand you, but please understand me, why don't I take off my clothes and show you? I really didn't bring the ads in, I said it, I just got off the advertising car......"

"I don't sell anything, I don't even have a mobile phone, how can I sell it!"

“……”

Just as she was about to start making dinner, there was a commotion at the door.

After Lin Xia heard a familiar voice, he frowned slightly, then turned off the gas and walked outside the house.

Outside.

Under the afterglow of the sunset.

Lin Xia saw a young man with unkempt hair and wearing [Senran Integrated Stove] overalls, breaking free from the hands of a group of security guards and rushing all the way towards his side......

"Lin-classmate!"

"Student Lin...... I'm Zhang Sheng, I'm your tablemate! ”

"I want to talk to you about my dreams......"

"You need me, I'm sure you need me, and I will be the one who will change your life!"

"Give me a minute, no, give me thirty seconds!"

"Don't look at me dressed like this, in fact, I'm a writer, I'm experiencing ...... life"

“……”