That day, Chen Zhe held the guitar that Luo Qian had damaged in one hand, and grabbed Luo Qian by the collar with the other and pushed him against the wall. His eyes were red, his teeth were clenched and he was trembling slightly...
That night during self-study, it was Luo Qian's daily routine to be questioned. His deskmate gently drew the answers on the outside of his thigh. Luo Qian leaned close to his deskmate's ear: "Thank you, my good deskmate!" Chen Zhe smiled slightly, the dusk light fell on his face, and the outline of the logo had a faint black edge...
That day, at his wedding, he said to him with tears in his eyes: "Do you still remember the evening self-study we had together? Do you still remember that you were so angry with me because of that guitar? You still, you still..." The choked throat made him speechless...
That day, the sun was setting just right. He came to the place where they first met and looked at the yellowing sky. Behind him, he heard a familiar voice...
"Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green and green..." Luo Qian strummed the guitar, and Chen Zhe leaned on his shoulder, leaned into his ear, and whispered: "I like you..."
Concept: Unsweet happiness