Love 'til the End of Summer (Rush to the Dead Summer / Xia Zhi Wei Zhi / 夏至未至)

These are your wages from the past few days, a total of 600 yuan.

Thank you, Boss.

Study well.

Don't give up midway like I did and have to rely on selling CDs for a living.

Do you still want the dress?

Yu Jian?

It's really you? How come you're here?

I'm buying something.

I should be buying this. Why are you buying it?

Don't take her money. I have it.

Here, 580 yuan. Just right.

Did you want this accessory?

The lousy dress costs 1,560 yuan.

Did I look at the wrong tag?

Are you done discussing? If so, hurry and pay.

There are people behind you waiting to pay.

So do you want to buy it or not?

Make sure to save the dress for us. We'll return for it.

Don't sell it.

We'll be back.

Honestly, it's just a few stupid rags. They're selling it at such a high price.

It's practically highway robbery.

I'm still short by so much.

If I work two hours a day

how long would it take me to make that much money?

It'll be exam time soon.

It's not a big deal.

Trust me. We'll earn the money quickly.

Yu Jian, I broke the dress. It doesn't have anything to do with you.

- You don't need to do this for me-- - Stop, stop, stop.

There's no you or me.

It's also my fault that the dress was damaged.

Besides, what's the big deal? It's just money for clothing.

Where can you earn so much money?

Didn't you just pay the bar your next month's wages?

I'll play more venues.

At worst, I'll just go to a few more venues every night

and sing an extra two hours.

Look, we've already saved up half the money needed.

We already have half the dress.

That's right.

Now that you put it that way, it doesn't seem so hard anymore.

Didn't San Mao say

"Destiny makes fools of us."

"People must rely on themselves to make fools of destiny."

That's right.

The day will pass no matter how we spend it.

Instead of spending it miserable, why not choose to be happy instead?

You're working so hard.

Your mom must hate to see you like this.

Perhaps.

But she doesn't have the chance anymore.

Why?

Li Xia.

I haven't told you my story yet, have I?

It's a rainy season story that is so long it seems to have no end.

I've never seen my father before.

I can only guess at his appearance

from bits and pieces of writing my mother left behind.

They met on a train.

My mother wrote in her diary that

his eyebrows were very thick, his eyes especially bright

his nose high, and lips thin.

It was a sharp face

but when he smiled, all the curves of his face changed.

When they met

my mother already decided to be with my father.

From then on, they continued on together.

That period of time became their sweetest memories.

Later on, my mother had to return home.

My father insisted on returning with her.

However, my mother refused.

She wrote down an address for him

and made him go home and ask his parents before going to see her.

But later on...

there was no more news of him.

My mother was someone who marched to the beat of her own drum.

Even though she was surrounded by gossip

she didn't care and was determined to give birth to me.

Perhaps she had used up all her bravery before I was born.

Not long after she gave birth to me

she passed away.

My mother gave me the name Yu Jian.

Perhaps she felt meeting my father was her greatest blessing in life.

Sometimes, I think my mother was quite brave

even though she couldn't continue being brave.

But...

I will carry on in her place.

Sometimes...

Only by lifting our heads up will the tears not fall.

I thought you were Iron Woman. Who knew...

Let's not talk about this.

Tomorrow is the school's outdoor training retreat.

Let's go buy some things.

Right.

No matter what happens, the sun will rise the next day

and it'll be a new day.

- Let's go. - Go.

Do you think you'll get another chance?

This might be our last outing together.

Once Year 2 begins

our lives might be worse than those of animals.

That's why you should enjoy it while you can.

Who knew the fearless Lu Zhi Ang would be afraid of Year 2?

I'm not afraid.

We split into different studies in Year 2.

Maybe you, Li Xia, and I won't be in the same class anymore.

That'll be so boring.

That's all for now. I have to go.

Bye.

Loneliness revolves around the television.

- Dying persistence-- - Ang Ang.

Look.

I prepared your change of clothes.

Mom, can you knock next time before coming in?

I need to give you salutations beforehand.

There you go with the sweet talk.

Oh, right.

What's that?

You got sick whenever you traveled as a kid.

These cold remedy drinks are quite effective.

Mom, I'm not a kid anymore. I don't need that.

It's better to be prepared.

You need to learn to take care of yourself away from home.

Take this.

- Don't tell your dad. - Okay.

You're traveling far away.

Come, let me take a good look at you.

Mom, I'm just going to outdoors training, not to the front lines.

Don't worry, I'll be fine.

I don't know what it is.

Perhaps because I'm getting older

I've been very nostalgic in the past half year.

You're watching too many of Qiong Yao's works

making you sentimental.

Besides, you're not old.

You're still rather young.

You're a youthful young lady at the perfect age.

You're such a sweet talker.

It's all that candy you had as a kid.

It's like your mouth is coated in honey.

All right.

46.

- Li Xia. - 47.

48.

You misunderstood me the other day.

Please regulate your movements.

On Friday night, I'll be waiting for you at the 16 bus stop.

Some letters are written many times but never sent out.

Some words are prepared for a long time but never said out loud.

These expressions that weren't conveyed in time

are partly accumulated over time, turning increasingly strong

and partly polished down by memory, turning increasingly weak.

Sometimes, seeing another person's story

places our own thoughts in better perspective.

Students, find your gym teacher.

Hurry and board the buses.

We'll be departing at 8 a.m. sharp.

Li Xia.

Please keep going. Don't stand in the middle.

Okay.

Hi.

Qi Qi, over here!

Xiao Si.

- Do you want water? - Li Xia.

I heard about Li Yan Ran bullying you. How could she do that?

I'm not afraid of her hearing me.

I was just away for a few days and she's back to her real self?

Hi. You must be the new transfer student in Class 3.

My name is Cheng Qi Qi. Just call me Qi Qi.

- I'm Yu Jian. - Yu Jian.

- Li Xia. - You can take my seat.

Sure, thanks.

Just wait. When I get the chance, I'll put her in her place.

On the banyan trees by the pond

the cicadas chirp into the summer.

On the swings by the playground

only butterflies land at the top.

[Qianchuan First High School Outdoors Training Retreat]

Ms. Wenren, which activity area do you want your class to go to?

How about an easier one?

Do what needs to be done. Do it by the rules.

Students of Class 3 and Class 7, come draw lots to split into groups.

Come.

Our outdoors training will be starting soon.

What are you doing?

Everyone, thank you for tuning in to tonight's Nighttime Ghost Talks.

Today's ghost story comes from a story told among the people.

Every night, in a residential tower in the outskirts of Qianchuan

the shadowy figure of a six or seven-year-old girl can be seen.

- She always faces away from people. - Lu Zhi Ang.

Nobody has ever seen the girl's face.

- Until one day-- - Lu Zhi Ang

Lu Zhi Ang!

What are you doing? Aren't you afraid of being caught?

I have to see you about something. Come on out.

You scared me to death.

Bye.

Tell me. What do you want to see me for?

To view the stars.