The first time I saw him was at a traffic light on the way from school. He was riding a bicycle. There were spots of sweat on his white cotton T-shirt. His short hair was blowing lazily in the wind. Under the refraction of the sun, it glowed with the color of chestnuts. He had white headphones plugged into his ears. The volume was extremely arrogant and blasted the eardrums. Even Zi Mo, who was still some distance away from him, could accurately hear "I Really Want to Love Him". When Zimo wanted to run over and see his true face in Lushan, the traffic light had changed from green to red, and she had no choice but to watch his back slowly disappear before her eyes.
For the first time, all I saw was his back.