Listen to the Mouth Organ in the Wind

That year Yu Ming met Li Chuhe in the mathematics club. Her ideas for solving problems were always surprising, her harmonica playing was not accurate, and her high notes were always broken. But after she finished playing "Sparks" in the moonlight on the top of Nanshan Mountain, he did not tell her that it was the best sound he had ever heard. They wrote doomsday novels together, exchanging secrets on QQ late at night. She drew illustrations and he wrote plots in the milk tea shop - until after graduating from junior high school, the sentence he had been saving for two years finally turned into just "Bon voyage". At the same time, her deskmate Liu Qinxin was overwhelmed by her grades and family. After she was publicly humiliated, Yu Ming quietly handed over a poem - "Starting tomorrow, be a sunflower." He didn't know that the poem was stuck on the title page of her textbook and she read it every morning before studying in class. Not to mention that she knew he had someone else in mind, but she still chose to say it. This is a story about three sunflowers. One grows out of the soil of inferiority, one hides its secrets in the veins of ginkgo leaves, and one stands on the top of Nanshan Mountain facing the wind, playing a tune that no one will ever hear the last of. Some words have never been spoken, but they are always there - in all the messages that have been edited and deleted, in every moment when you want to speak but are hesitant, in all the harmonica sounds that the night breeze remembers.