It was a very ordinary day, and the moment he closed his eyes, Xiang Yu suddenly thought of Song Huaishi, who was neatly dressed and exuded tenderness. Seventeen-year-old Song Huaishi. He was still wearing that school uniform, leaning lazily on the railing on the side of the road, hooking his lips and calling her: "What are you in a daze, Xiang Yu?" She walked towards that Song Huaishi. She wanted to hug him, hug Song Huaishi, who belonged to the seventeen-year-old Xiang Yu. This time, she didn't want to break her word again. "Ah Huai, can you set off fireworks for me again?" "You can watch it as many times as you want."