Under the eaves of a convenience store after a heavy rain, she took a half-step back while clutching her soaked canvas bag. The boy buckled the motorcycle helmet on her head, and the warmth of his palm burned into her skin through the plastic shell: "On the way."
He was driving very fast, and Shen Li was hesitant to hold on to him. He wanted to hold on, but he couldn't swallow the breath he had just taken. He didn't want to hold on, but he was afraid.
The car suddenly stopped. Zhou Chengjin grabbed Shen Li's bracelet and put it on his waist. Then he started the motorcycle again: "Hold on."
The wind from the county town carried the fireworks from the barbecue stall and passed through her hair.
Intention: We are not on the same road, but I want to catch up