"Classmate, can you give me your contact information?"
The boy in the music classroom looked up and met a pair of determined eyes.
Color
From that day on, there was a person named Luo Xiangyu in Xiao Mohan's life.
He would wait below the art building and sit in the music classroom to listen to Luo Xiangyu practicing the piano.
The leaves of the sycamore tree turned from green to yellow, until one early winter evening, they walked side by side on the street filled with fallen leaves. Xiao Mohan stopped and looked at the person next to him seriously:
"Luo Xiangyu, I like you."
The wind gently blew the broken hair on Luo Xiangyu's forehead. He blinked and a smile spread on his lips:
"Okay, my boyfriend."
Standing on the top of the open slope, Luo Xiangyu suddenly ran forward a few steps, turned around, put his hands to his mouth, and shouted towards the empty valley:
"Xiao Mohan—I love you—"
The echo echoed through the valley, startling a flock of birds.
Xiao Mohan stood there, looking at the figure with arms spread out in the wind, and couldn't help but smile. He quickly stepped forward and hugged Luo Xiangyu tightly into his arms.
"Heard it," he whispered in his ear, "heard it all over the world."
The young man in his arms smiled with crooked eyebrows: "Then from now on, the whole world belongs to us."
As the sun sets, the two embracing figures cast long shadows on the grass, as if they really own the whole world.
Intention: Youth is just right, the future is still long