At that time, the sun was just right and the breeze was not dry. In the alley, the ancient sycamore tree next to the small shop rustled.
That was the first time Lin Zhihui met Li Ziqi.
The sun shone through the leaves on the boy's white school uniform, making Lin Zhihui's heart tremble.
Later they got together and separated again, and everything seemed to be expected.
How many years later, Lin Zhihui, who was in her 80s, was in the hospital bed, listening to the rustling of sycamore leaves outside the window.
Lin Zhihui slowly closed her eyes. She seemed to see the boy in the white school uniform again. The sun was just right and the breeze was not dry. It was August or September like now. Li Ziqi waved his hand to her and said, "See you soon."
A tear slipped from the corner of Lin Zhihui's eyes. At this time, she felt someone touching her face, and a familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded from her ears: "What's wrong, are you having a nightmare?"
Lin Zhihui sat up and stared at the young Li Ziqi in disbelief...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
