"You can't understand how to pluck the guitar strings, but your heart strings are moving first?"
"Classmate, are you interested in joining the music club?"
Yu Shuangyue, who had just finished reporting, was stopped in her tracks by an inexplicable chat with a senior schoolmate.
The two of them stood on a busy street in the school. Yu Shuangyue took off the headphones from her ears and stared at the thick stack of promotional paper in her senior sister's hand.
"Okay."
"My name is Ye Tanwan. Turn left on the third floor and the second classroom is our club."
Ye Tanwan took Yu Shuangyue to the third floor and excitedly introduced various interesting things about the club. When passing the first classroom, Yu Shuangyue glanced inside subconsciously.
The young man sat in front of the easel, gently holding the brush with his slender fingers and painting the spring scenery outside the window.
Yu Shuangyue passed by the first classroom called "Xian Yunzhai" again. When I looked at it again, the young man inside had already left, leaving only his recent works.
She admired it through the glass. The scenery of the campus was skillfully captured by the young man and displayed on the canvas, full of the vitality of spring.
"Want to enjoy it up close?"
The male voice coming from behind frightened Yu Shuangyue and took a step back out of reflex. As a result, she bumped into the hard chest of the owner of the voice.
It's broken, as if it offends someone.
The girl raised her head little by little, and when she met the boy's crystal clear pupils, she slowly looked away.
"Sorry."
"What do you think of this work?"
Yu Shuangyue didn't respond to his unreasonable answer. Her brain shut down and turned in circles for a few times before she responded: "It's a little less pretty."
"Okay."
The young man chuckled and went down to the third floor without looking back.
"How to play the love string with the love string that cannot be expressed?"
Intention: How about re-examining your love for Him?
