Peng Jinghui met a girl like Jiao Yannan for the first time in this small town. She had neat short hair like a boy, always lowered her eyes, and had a lazy smile on her face. She always rode an electric car very fast, and let the summer evening wind ruffle the hair on her forehead, like a ball of flowing fire, making people curious about her.
At that time, Peng Jinghui didn't know that this kind of curiosity was actually dangerous. She just instinctively approached this person, wanting to understand the loneliness in Jiao Yannan's eyes when he was playing guitar alone with his head down, and wanted to understand this girl she had never been in contact with before.
They were friends at the beginning and remained friends until they became strangers. Finally, when Peng Jinghui mentioned this person again, she only said that she liked Jiao Yannan's bright eyes when he looked at people smiling.
However, I don't know when, some people were holding guitars and singing softly in front of the glass door, while others were watching the summer evening breeze and taking it into their hearts.
Intention: growth