In the summer of June, at noon at Qingli College, most of the students were hiding in their dormitories enjoying a cool lunch break. The early summer sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, the ground is full of sparkling spots, and there is faint music in the music classroom at the southeast corner of the school.The white flowers are blooming quietly under the summer trees, and the brown curly-haired puppy is dozing off in the corner. Everything is so beautiful and exciting. The bright sunlight streams down on the transparent and clean floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the music classroom, and the texture and color of the entire wooden floor are slightly dull, creating an elegant and delicate feeling. There are more than a dozen chairs scattered in the classroom, with beams of light Shine on the chair.

Under the light sunlight, the boy's face was sharp and angular, his black hair shone with luster, his long and thick eyelashes curved upwards, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.He played the black and white keys under his fingers for a long time, and the score on the shelf was occasionally turned over a few pages, which was simple and clean. The sky outside the window is blue and bright, with big white clouds, white flowers and trees blooming on the side of the road, I don't know if it is hibiscus or gardenia, and the roses in the sky are sweet. A small green prickly pear was placed on the windowsill.

The girl who appeared by the window at some point pressed her face behind the glass window, staring at everything in the music classroom.She was wearing light green clothes and had a faint smile.She just looked at the boy playing the piano in the classroom momentarily, but she didn't intend to push open the closed glass door at all. From the first time she saw him, he always shone in her eyes, so dazzling that she couldn't let go.Ever since she got to know him, she liked to sit quietly in the music classroom, so that she could keep reminding and forgetting the memories of being with him, even though... those good memories were just fleeting brilliance.

After a long time, she looked up at the sky and took pictures of Qingli about the sky, clouds, light, and music classroom.Take pictures one by one with heart, and the heart is warm.Then, she lifted the luggage under her feet, walked a few steps, stopped, turned her head and glanced at the noble boy who was playing the piano like a prince in a fairy tale, with a quiet smile on her lips: "One day... I can standing by your side." One day... I can stand by your side.This early summer, every shot is a picture, with rich colors and the residual temperature of golden sunshine.