this summer

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She once made a metaphor, saying that Song Han is like the sun, warming everyone around him with his own light and heat, Jing Fan loves her more because of this, and also becomes more disturbed because of it, possessiveness is unreasonable, it cannot be determined by oneself at all.

However, at this moment, the stage was dark and deep, only the light in front of her eyes was so bright and dazzling, she knew that it was not because of the spotlight, but because of Song Han.

Even though the crowd was turbulent, the whole body cheered and thundered, and hundreds of millions of people cast their eyes, Song Han was only hers, gossip, slander and abuse, and all the discussions of the world were not important.

This is not just a làng romance.

Song Han wanted to tell her that in this vast sea of ​​people, only Jing Fan was special to her. Playing the piano was not for showing off skills or doing business, but just to announce in front of the whole world: This is my person.

I am her person.

All the uneasiness and worries are gone, the haze in the heart is dispelled, and the sun shines on the dark stage,

The soothing and sentimental song finally came to an end. Song Han got up and walked towards Jing Fan. There was no sound from the audience, and everyone held their breaths, staring at her every movement, waiting for her to speak.

However, Song Han didn't speak, she just walked over, raised her left hand when the person in front of her was still there, put it to her lips, and dropped an almost pious kiss.

She once had a simple plan for her life: playing drums and opening a bar.

This plan was carried out in an orderly manner until Jing Fan appeared, until that day, in the midsummer morning, she took a fluffy piece of paper from a girl, walked from the black shadows to the hot golden sunrise, Her life was completely changed.

The vowed not to love, like a gust of wind, scattered on that bright summer morning the moment she turned around.

From now on, I am willing to watch every inch of sunlight fall, every drop of rain fall, every lightning and thunder sky scattered with you, I want to listen to every word you say, every melody you sing, every turn around The clear chants of the wind...

"Jing Fan, I love you."

If I were the sun, the hottest of all my rays would shine on you forever.

May you have it all, for which I would give myself away.

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