In my memory, the first time I met Xie Zhuo was during the summer vacation at the end of my sophomore year.
The boy wore black short-sleeved overalls, a titanium steel necklace hanging around his neck, a cigarette in his mouth, and stood at the entrance of the alley opening a bottle of beer.
With a click, the boy handed the beer into her hand, with a bit of nonchalance in his tone.
"Sister, add WeChat?"
Song Qiao looked at the boy in front of him who was dressed like a gangster, frowned, turned around and left.
Song Qiao is a junior at the beginning of the school year and is responsible for receiving new students in order to earn credits.
Xie Zhuo was still wearing the same clothes, but without the cigarette in his mouth. He pulled a huge suitcase, walked to Song Qiao obediently, and raised his eyebrows: "Sister, we meet again."
Song Qiao looked at him, still frowning: "This is the only set of clothes you have?"
After a long silence, the boy in front of him suddenly took out his mobile phone.
"Then add WeChat and sister can choose for me?"
"..."
People who knew him said that Xie Zhuo had a perfect life, he was talented and had a good family background, but no one liked him and he was an orphan.
Who knows behind the scenes——
"Sister, my family has opened a new hotel, do we want to go experience it?"
Song Qiao pretended not to understand: "What did you say?"
When he woke up the next morning, Xie Zhuo looked at the sleeping girl's side face for a long time.
When Song Qiao woke up, the first thing he saw was Xie Zhuo's face. He sat up in excitement and said, "What do you think I'm doing?"
Xie Zhuo smiled, his eyes like stars: "Sister, your hair is messed up."
*The talented little wolf dog vs. The cold and world-weary college girl
*Sister-brother love, two places, two-way redemption, not pure sweetness.
*The title of the book "Your Hair is Messy" is a reference to Haruki Murakami's short essay "If I Love You".
The original sentence of the book: "If I love you, and you happen to love me, and your hair is messed up, I will comb it for you with a smile, but my hand will linger on your head for a few more seconds. However, if I love you, and you don't love me by chance, and your hair is messed up, I will only gently tell you: 'Your hair is messed up.'"
[The story is purely fictitious and has no prototype]
Intent: About the mutual redemption of love
