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The inspiration in my mind is only vaguely visible.

Pei Xiuxun looked down at a note on the staff, his inspiration fell, and he had no choice but to put down the pen in his hand.

"Summer, summer, summer!"

Bae Xiuxun closed his eyes, turned the pen in his hand, and repeatedly chanted the song theme of the "Olympic Song Festival".

For a while.

Pictures of past summers flashed through my mind.

Precious memories.

Memories deep in my heart.

In an instant, they all came out.

Pei Xiuxun's expression was blank, his eyes were staring at the pen in his hand, and his thoughts were unconsciously immersed in memories.

Once upon a time, there was a moment when his heart was moved by sincere devotion.

Once upon a time, there was a moment when his heart was broken by determination and cruelty.

Once upon a time, there was such a deep and sincere relationship. Although it only lasted for a short year, it could affect his fluctuating heart at any time.

Once upon a time, there was such a pure love, the bitter yet sweet taste could even make people suffocate, but in the end he buried it deep in his heart and chose to achieve eternity.

This moment.

Pei Xiuxun forgot the concept of time. The memory of the past seemed so meager and yet so huge, as if it could make people understand the so-called love and hate in an instant.

only.

Time has worn away those precious memories until they fade away and settle.

But when it emerged again.

For Pei Xiuxun, the heart that had been calm for a long time had strong fluctuations again.

Outside the window, the night is deep.

A breeze blew in.

The wind blew a few strands of bangs on Pei Xiuxun's forehead, confusing his eyes, and finally woke him up from his memories.

At this moment, there was a hint of complexity and longing in his eyes.

The night is hazy and my thoughts are hazy.

In the dim night, the charming figure in the dim place. A smile like petals.

There was obviously nothing outside the window, but the non-existent, tired figure made Pei Xiuxun's heart, like a gurgling stream, no longer able to calm down.

"Why"

This is a sigh full of memories.

Pei Xiuxun took hold of the pen again and wrote a few lyrics under the first note of the staff.

"I still remember the moment when the breeze blew yesterday, that summer."

"It seems that everything has been blown away. Only loneliness and sedimentation are left."

Recall that year.

Two small figures appeared in that wind-swept summer. Walking on the bustling street, holding hands, there were smiles on each other's faces, smiles of joy for summer, for being together.

Smiling ignorantly.

"Blue thoughts suddenly turned into sunny summer."

"The warmth in the air will not be far away, and winter seems to be no longer missed"

Gradually.

The complexity in the depths of Pei Xiuxun's eyes gradually faded away, and a smile full of memories appeared unconsciously on his handsome face.

The pen in my hand writes faster and faster.

There is no so-called inspiration. What he wrote was just the most authentic memory he had ever had.

"Green thoughts wave to me and say that the four seasons remain unchanged."

"In just one season, we are back to the past, that wind-blown summer."

Time passed by minute by minute.

Half an hour later.

Pei Xiuxun looked at the music sheet full of lyrics and notes, and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction on his face.

But suddenly he thought of something again, and his face froze. He exhaled loudly, stretched out his hand, and rubbed the center of his brow.

"Windswept Summer"!

When Pei Xiuxun finished filling in the name of the song, he dropped the pen. Then he turned around and walked out of the bedroom and out of the house.

because.

The memories that fill my mind cannot be dissipated for a long time.

so.

Bae Soo-hun chose to go out to relieve his mood.

…

Ten o'clock in the evening.

Cheongdam-dong, Famous Street.

A figure wearing a cap was wandering around the famous street.

Famous Street is one of the most famous commercial streets in Cheongdam-dong.

There are many well-known restaurants gathered here. Most of the area is bustling department stores and shopping streets, and there are also many multi-brand shops and galleries stationed here. The famous street has gradually become a comprehensive space where you can enjoy shopping, food, and culture at the same time.

.

Even though it is night, the flow of people in Famous Street is still large, so the surrounding vehicles can only move forward slowly.

Walk, walk.

Suddenly, Pei Xiuxun found that the flow of people shopping around him had gradually dropped sharply.

It turned out that it was raining.

It had been raining for a while, but Pei Xiuxun, who had been silent in his thoughts, finally came to his senses.

The month of June that welcomes summer is not rainy weather.

But the rain is pouring.

Pei Xiuxun walked around the streets, looking for a place that was suitable for shelter from the rain and with less traffic.

Drenched in the rain, Pei Xiuxun came to the nearby bus stop.

Just right.

The last bus stopped in front of the station.

Pei Xiuxun lowered his peaked cap, took out some change from his trouser pocket, and walked up without hesitation.

On the bus.

Last row, corner position.

Looking at the rain falling on the car window outside, the crystal water droplets seemed to spread into elven-like translucent and flawless crystals, dripping into Pei Xiuxun's thoughts.

Maybe because of the rain.

Pei Xiuxun, who originally wanted to go out to relieve his mood, felt a little heavier in his thoughts.

Memories, because the old traces are so solemn that from the beginning of the prologue to the present, there is no intention to close the curtain.

The curtains were filled with images that kept passing through like rain, and the scenes all merged in his mind.

As time goes by, the beauty dissipates.

After so many years, Pei Xiuxun is wandering back to the memory of the past, looking back at those lost youths, and Pei Xiuxun will think of many things unconsciously.

During that green life, the two of them had spent time together, but now it seems that there are indeed many regrets.

perhaps.

It's just that the two of them were young and ignorant at the time and didn't know how to cherish and didn't understand the meaning of the word love.

No matter what.

The past that cannot be returned, the dreams that cannot be returned, can only be a pool of memories.

The past, everything, has now been worn away by time.

The rain outside the car window fell quietly.

Pei Xiuxun listened quietly, listening to the beautiful natural sounds in this mortal world.

It's like listening to a story, a sad story, telling the sorrows and sorrows of this world, the chaos of the world, like flowers withering, like red leaves falling, the unbearable passage of time, and the unbearable youth.

In fact, even Pei Xiuxun himself didn't know why. After he wrote the song "Wind-Blowed Summer", he began to miss those precious memories inexplicably in his mind.

When the crystal-like thoughts appeared again due to the rain, circles and ripples flashed in the mind, hazy, dreamlike, and finally turned into ethereal bubbles.

The years of youth are short and unrepeatable, so they appear beautiful and precious, beautiful and romantic.

In fact, every new day in life will make people full of longing, because every day will be different.

Whether it's those long nights or strolling dusk, it's a past that can never be returned to.

Therefore, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, no matter how reluctant you are to leave it or feel nostalgic for it, it is best to appreciate it only once.

Therefore, facing this sudden memory, it is enough to face it with a smile.

The bus has arrived.

Flowers fall with the wind, clouds clear with the rain, and passers-by are in a hurry.

At some point, the rain stopped.

Pei Xiuxun got out of the car and returned to Zijin Wan Apartment.

After returning home, he walked directly into the bedroom, sat in front of the piano, and played a melodious "Memory".

As the song ended, Pei Xiuxun took the pen beside him and wrote the name of a song on the blank paper.

"A Letter to My First Love"!

What is familiar now can perhaps be returned to the past.

If it is possible, maybe it can be done, but Pei Xiuxun hopes it will never be possible.

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ps: Thanks to "Jiuhua Taoist" for the reward of children's shoes! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly votes.