Zero five.

Compared to his indifference and arrogance, I am truly in awe of his genius title. Now, just like Juchenxi, can he play pleasant tunes and easily handle various styles of music? What a letdown! However, Jiaomei said that he is also very accomplished in the arts, especially in playing the guitar well, which reminds me of my own lucky charm. The young boy always held that toy guitar in his hands, saying that when he grew up, he would play beautiful songs for me. What he plays, is it also that kind of four-string guitar? On this night, I lay in bed tossing and turning, thinking of that warm face, and I actually laughed foolishly. However, the image in my mind quickly switched to Juchenxi, the guy I bumped into several times a week! I propped my chin with both hands, leaning on the desk, looking at the vast starry sky outside the window. Those stars, like mischievous little eyes, twinkled and were extremely beautiful. My thoughts drifted far, far away with these stars, as if it were many years ago. I sat with the young boy in the small garden of the neighborhood, pouring out our hearts to each other. Will there be a day when he can really play the guitar for me face to face? Is it fate? Or is it a big misunderstanding? Why do I have to argue with him every time I meet him?

Compared to his indifference and aloofness, I am truly in awe of his genius title.

Is he now also able to play beautiful melodies like Juchenxi and effortlessly handle various styles of music?

What a disappointment!

However, Jiaomei said that he is also highly accomplished in the field of art, especially in playing the guitar, which reminds me of my lucky charm.

The little boy always holds a toy guitar in his hands and says that when he grows up, he will play beautiful songs for me to listen to.

Is he playing the same type of four-string guitar?

On this night, I lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep, thinking of that warm face, and I actually laughed foolishly. However, the image in my mind quickly switched to Juchenxi, this guy I bumped into several times a week!

I prop my chin up with both hands, leaning on the desk, gazing at the vast starry sky outside the window. Those stars are like mischievous little eyes, twinkling and beautiful. My thoughts drift along with these stars to a very distant place, as if it were many years ago. I and the young boy sat together in the small garden of the neighborhood, pouring out our hearts to each other.

Will there be a day when he can really play the guitar face to face and let me listen?

Is it fate? Or is it a big enemy? Why do I always have to argue with him every time I meet him?