Your Midsummer's Fervor for Me

I walked into the room and pulled out a small box from under the bed.

There were many albums in the box.

His debut album "Diamond" as well as "Summer" were both included.

Under the albums were stacks of concert tickets, all of which were for seat A17 in the inner field.

Under the concert tickets was an iPhone 6.

It was all my memories of my youth, and it was all I had with Dale.

I found the charger and charged the phone, and luckily, it could be turned on.

I clicked on WhatsApp and entered the password, which was my birthday.

After I logged in successfully, an unread message popped up, and the profile picture of the person who sent me the message was a Samoyed dog.

The message was from July 17th, 2015, sent by Dale.

[Eda, goodbye.]

I clicked into the dialogue box, and the message before that was the video of Dale singing "Summer" to me.

The video had expired, but luckily, I saved it in my album.

As long as I posted this video, all netizens would turn to support him.

It was the ironclad evidence that Dale did not plagiarize.

I clicked on that video, and my thoughts went back to the past.

At that time, Dale was not yet a rising star in the music industry, but a spirited young man.

Dale and I had been desk mates since the first year of high school until the third year.

Our personalities were completely opposite, but we attracted each other.

I loved quietness, while he loved liveliness.

He always liked to chat with our classmates during class and show up wherever I was, asking me what I was doing.

He liked to skip evening self-study and play basketball and ask me to help him hide from the head teacher by saying he went to the bathroom.

He liked to secretly bring his phone to the classroom and sing as if he was holding a small concert, and then he'd stand on the podium and sing my favorite song loudly.

I felt like I was imprisoned, while he was free.

There was a line in that song of his.

"My feelings for you are hidden in the umbrella that leans towards you."

It happened before the SAT.

I remembered that it was raining heavily that day, and the corridor outside the classroom was wet.

I didn't bring an umbrella, and Dale said he would walk me home.

On the way home, Dale leaned the small umbrella in my direction totally.

Under the street lamp, I could see clearly that Dale's left side body was completely wet.

Rainwater dripped onto Dale's face along his bangs and into my heart.

Under the street lamp, Dale stopped and looked down at my eyes, asking me.

"Can we still be desk mates in college?

"I seem to have gotten used to it."

I answered him.

"Yes, as long as we get into the same school."

So, I looked forward to the whole summer, looking forward to seeing him on campus.