There was a power outage that day, which was like turning on the switch for another feast.
The classroom quickly erupted in cheers one after another, knocking stools, knocking on tables and throwing books, directly maximizing the atmosphere. In the gray evening, the evening breeze blew the curtains, "Want to elope?" The young man's voice was clean and refreshing, with a smile.
What the boy didn't see was that Tangli's cheeks were even brighter than the pink sunset that had just set. She nodded heavily, "Yeah!" The earphones slid into her ears, and it was itching. The gentle male voice in the earphones sang about elopement to the moon.
The young man held Tangli's hand, and where no one could see them, they sat side by side with their fingers intertwined, their ears red. The wind seemed to have a sound, pounding together with the heartbeat.
Intention: If you can't express your love, leave it to the wind.