Huaiying, fireflies, summer, guitar and you.
By chance, she passed by a soundproof classroom.
A guitar melody flowed gently from the crack of the door, clear and gentle, like the twinkling fireflies in the forest on a summer night.
At that moment, her left ear felt as if a mint leaf had been gently brushed against it. It was cool and clear as never before.
She raised her eyes and looked into the window.
Young Chang Yan sat in the light and shadow, his fingertips still resting on the strings. His jawline was sharp and clear, his eyebrows were sharp, and his eyes were slightly drooped with a bit of careless wildness. The moment he raised his eyes, all the anger in his eyes faded away, leaving only a clean and straightforward magnanimity.
The sun fell on his slightly drooped eyelashes.
He tilted his head slightly, looked at her stunned figure outside the window, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said nothing, just asked slowly with his mouth:
"Do you like it?"
Across a window, there was silence across the room.
Xia Zhihe looked at him, his heart beating wildly.
She nodded slightly and said softly:
"I like it."
I don't just like that song.
I like him.
A gentle girl with mild hearing impairment × a cool guitarist who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside
Intention: Listening to the wind with your left ear is mint, and hearing the heartbeat with your right ear is you.