During the military training in the first year of high school, Gu Zhao stared at Song Huaiyu in the queue for a while - the tall man looked good in the camouflage uniform, and half of his eyebrows exposed under the brim of his hat were even more dazzling than the midsummer sun.
Later in class, the teacher's difficult question silenced the whole class. The way Song Huaiyu stood up and started talking made her accidentally memorize half of the lesson.
Later, when she adjusted her seat, as soon as the textbook touched the arm of her deskmate, she raised her head and ran into Song Huaiyu's eyes.
Gu Zhao clutched the pen and thought, it's over, I should, seem, seem... To like him.
Purpose: To write about a dream I had when I was a girl