The scenery of youth has faded into a patchwork of old traces, only that heart-moving eternity remains in memory.

  Tall and slender poplar trees stand alongside the narrow cement road, their dense foliage a vibrant green, with sunlight filtering through the leaves to cast dappled shadows.

  The lush branches and leaves swaying in the wind with a rustling sound, outline the unique beauty of summer.

  "Hold on tight!" With the heavenly music brought by the wind, the speed gradually increased.

  I gently wrapped my arms around him, like that kind of small intimacy he had carefully held onto without letting go that day.

  Her flushed face slightly tilted, leaning against his solid back, the temperature transmitted through the thin white shirt accelerated her heartbeat.

  A refreshing and unique breath gradually spread, with a faint minty fragrance quietly invading the tender heart of early summer.

  When you like someone, every move they make, every word they say, even a single glance can intentionally or unintentionally tug at your heartstrings.

  The scenery along the way is deeply etched in my mind, and even a single beautiful romantic moment is worth remembering, not even wanting to forget a stumbling block.

  After an unknown period of time, we reached the end of the road. The ancient trees that had been blocking out the sun became a landscape in the distance behind us.

  The sunlight pouring down freely hit his hair ends, the golden naughty slightly fluffy, outlining the beautiful arc of his hair.

  "It was my first time sitting in the back seat of a car being driven by someone else..."

  "Really? Then, next time I'll take you for a good ride."

  His slightly tilted face had a crystal bead of sweat on his forehead, and his smiling eyes were so beautiful that I was momentarily stunned.

  Or it was just a promise of friendship, but there was no other first time that belonged to the two people that was too beautiful and illusory.

  A drop of sweat trickled down his pale face, tracing a gentle line along the curve of his neck. I couldn't help but reach out and wipe it away for him.

  Looking at his slightly dazed expression and faint smile of gratitude, ripples rose in her heart.

  "That side is also good."

  The endless parallel iron rails are in sight, and the iron rails in view extend to the distant corner.

  Perhaps it's an abandoned railway, with the traces of long disuse left on the rusty red color.

  He parked his bicycle by the roadside and smiled, saying that the people here are simple and honest, and when he comes back, his bicycle will still be where it was.

  The railway is built higher than the road surface, in a steep slope shape.

  He took two or three big steps forward and stretched out his helping hand again, which caused some small commotion.

  The two of us walked along both ends of the railroad tracks, and all along, I had subconsciously thought that he and I were like two parallel lines on a railroad track.

  There will be no intersection at all, let alone occasionally rubbing out sparks and smiling hand in hand.

  As far as the eye can see, on both sides of the railway, the low-lying fields are rippling with green waves, and the rugged rural roads are dotted with a touch of simple earthy yellow amidst the greenery.

  "Do you know what day it is today?"

  A gentle breeze blew by, and her hair danced slightly as she held on to a thread of luck and asked in a soft voice.

  "I know." He replied with a subtle curve of his thin lips and a hint of a smile in his eyes.

  "Really? How did you know?"

  The irrepressible joy is spreading, if it's really like this, then this is the best gift.

  "Isn't today a day when we two had a great time playing in the suburbs?"

  He winked and said with a mischievous tone.

  The tide of despair spread like a tidal wave, but so be it, adjusting his emotions, the lowliness in his eyes flashed by.

  "Hey, you're messing with me."

  "No."

  He shrugged, and the innocence in his glassy eyes was in stark contrast to the obvious smile at the corner of his mouth.

  "Ah, Su Mo Liang, your strength is quite impressive."

  He clutched his shoulder in pain, with an innocent and pitiful expression on his face.

  "Who asked you to look for trouble."

  "Hum, Violent Girl Su Mocheng."

  In this way, the two figures chasing each other merged into the green sea, and the tranquility of nature was surprisingly matched with the laughter and chatter.

  Time slips away like flowing water, and the scenery of youth fades into a patchwork of old traces. Only that heart-moving moment remains eternal in memory.

  "The City in the Backlight of Late Summer"

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