The two of them were sitting side by side on a bench by the river. The evening breeze was blowing gently. On the horizon in the distance, there was a clear red sunset, like a candy egg. The golden light of the sunset spilled down and fell on the water, as well as on the young girl sitting quietly beside it. The whole world turned golden, as if wrapped in a gentle outline. "Mu Shiyi hates boiled eggs the most, and sugar-coated eggs should also count," Jiang Sanqi thought inexplicably. Then the wind suddenly picked up, and Mu Shiyi's soft long hair was blown up and fluttered wildly in the wind. The tips of her hair blew across the corners of Jiang Sanqi's eyes and the tip of her nose, making it tickle. There was also a faint fragrance, like orange soda, which was Jiang Sanqi's favorite flavor. Under the golden afterglow of the setting sun, Jiang Sanqi felt that every strand of Mu Shiyi's hair was very clear and delicate, and when it accidentally brushed against her golden face, it looked flamboyant and soft. His heart was pounding, and the sound was deafening. Jiang Sanqi knew what it meant. When Ms. Jiang Ling told him about the scene when she met Lao Chen for the first time, she described it like this, and her heart was pounding. He decided to look the other person in the eyes like Ms. Jiang Ling once did, and then say those words. Then he looked at the dazzling girl who was shining at the moment. He was timid and did not dare to look into her eyes. So he lowered his head slightly and mustered up the courage to shout: "Mu Shiyi!". "What's wrong?" Mu Shiyi turned around, with some doubts in his eyes. Jiang Sanqi suddenly stood up, walked a few steps to the side, softly said the words Ms. Jiang Ling once said to Lao Chen: "Your hair is messed up!!", And then ran away.
Intention: When the wind blows through your hair, think of me.