"Play the guitar? I can do it too!"
"I don't believe it." I smiled sarcastically.
He stretched out his left hand and asked me to take a closer look. I couldn't tell anything except that the nails were much shorter than on my right hand.
"Hurry up and touch my fingertips, hurry up."
I hesitated for a moment, stretched out my hand, put my four fingers on his four fingertips, and gently rubbed them twice.
"Then what? Is there anything special?"
"You touch my right hand again. You have to compare it to know."
The fingertips of his left hand were obviously harder than those of his right hand, as if he had held the pen too many times and had calluses on his knuckles.
"How about it, do you believe it this time?" After hearing this, I quickly withdrew my hands and put them in my trouser pockets.
"I don't know when he will come here to hold a concert. If he comes, I will take out a loan and go to see it."
"He is in Hong Kong, so close to here. If he doesn't come, just go to Hong Kong to see him."
"You make sense." He stretched, "We can go see it together if we have the opportunity in the future."
I didn't say anything, just looked at him intently.
Is there any chance? Maybe by the time we are old enough to go to a concert by ourselves, we may have forgotten what the other person looks like.
I always like to be ahead of him and never look back. The romance novels that the girls in my class love to read always describe the rich inner activities of the girl walking behind the hero, which makes my scalp numb. If you have nothing to do, why don't you go behind others? It's better to go in front, out of sight and out of mind.
Concept: The post-90s generation was once a fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old boy. At that time, they all loved to hide their youthful emotions under their cool appearance, saying the most damaging words and moving the purest sincerity. But youth always has regrets. Imperfection is the norm. Only by learning to accept regrets can we truly grow.