My Roommate, a Transfer Student, Is My Childhood Sweetheart.

Lu Anzhi hasn't thought about that summer for a long time. The afternoon sun, the remaining warmth of old tea, a girl playing guitar in his room - these faded to nothing but outlines. He became an ordinary high school boy who likes light novels and electric guitar, and feels that relationships in the real world can be saved. On the top of the closet sat a broken acoustic guitar, out of tune and with strings that had been loose for several years. He didn't remember who left it, he only knew that it wasn't his own and couldn't be thrown away. The day Saye transferred to another school, she wore the gray uniform from No. 7 Middle School. In the sea of ​​dark blue sportswear in the class, she stood in front of the podium, quietly, like another layer accidentally cut in. Her name is Saye, and her voice is a little gritty. Lu Anzhi felt that her action of brushing her hair looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before. Saye didn't know that this boy lying on the table and not talking much was the same person who listened to her playing the piano randomly when she was a child. Later, they were brought together by the same thing - Qingyin Club was going to be abolished. The president alone holds an activity room for five people. There is an old guitar leaning against the wall. The neck is not bent, the wood grain is good, but the strings are loose and no one is playing. Two people who have forgotten each other, an old guitar that no one plays, and a club that is about to die. They don't know yet that those unfinished farewells, unfinished melodies, and unfinished strings are waiting for an opportunity to sound again.