During that class break, the wind ruffled Yu Zhan's hair, and the girl's eyes were focused on the book in front of her. Lin Ransheng watched quietly, and suddenly thought of Haruki Murakami's words, "If I like you, and you happen to like me, and your hair is messy, I will brush it back for you with a smile, but my hand will linger on your head for a few more seconds. However, if I like you, and you happen to not like me, your hair is messy." I will only tell you gently, 'Your hair is messed up. '" He watched silently as a few strands of her hair were blown by the wind. "Yu Zhan," he called her. She looked away from the book and met his. Lin Ransheng looked straight into the girl's eyes, saw himself in her clear eyes, and said slowly: "Your hair is messed up." Gusts of wind slipped into the gap in the window and blew over his face, feeling hot and unbearable.
Intention: The book of life should be inscribed with the evergreen tree