my little sister in law

The weather in September is still hot, the streets are bustling, and the night is a bit cool, the trees on the side of the road are lit up, bunches of them, like rime.

In front of the gate of the garden, the aunts rested, and the street lamps were quietly on, giving some comfort to those who returned home at night.

Lu Yanming drove the car and walked through this section with a solemn expression. He was very tired from working on the project these days. It is said that it is not only difficult for him to ask for the colorful and black benefactor, but also to tease him.In the morning, he not only drank his coffee, but also pulled off his tie and kissed him provocatively.Thinking of the marks left by that hand on the clothes, Lu Yanming felt retched, he frowned, and pulled off his tie.

The street lights dazzled the eyes, and the driver cursed, turned the steering wheel and stopped on the side of the road.He took out a cigarette from his bag and held it in his mouth. The cool night breeze blew in through the car window. The man's face was particularly psychedelic in the smoke.

A crisp guitar sound rang in his ears. He took a puff of cigarette and looked out through the car window subconsciously.

It's a young boy with neat short hair, scattered around the ears, wearing a clean shirt, casual sports pants, and a pair of whitish sneakers on his feet.

He stood in the night, leaning against the tree, plucking the strings with his slender fingers, and a melodious voice flowed down, gently, in harmony with the melody of the night wind.

Not very proficient, the beginning is okay, but the latter is stumbling and out of tune.

Lu Yanming looked at the boy through the car window.He couldn't see anything clearly, the man was in the shadow of the tree, only his sharp chin was exposed.

He listened to his humming softly, unworkable, intermittent, jerky practice.

Just a very ordinary piece of music, no words.

The boy finally threw the guitar, stood under the tree, broke the branches, squatted down, and gently slapped the ground.

After Lu Yanming finished smoking, he closed the window and started the car.

The roar startled the boy, he raised his head and looked at Lu Yanming who was turning.

What kind of eyes are those...

Clear and sad, bright and passionate.

The car went away, Lu Liang stood up, put the guitar on his back, and subconsciously looked into the distance.

Bright lights.

Those who should come will meet eventually.