Someone once told me that there is a kind of persimmon in his hometown called Luohuatian. Because whenever the flowers on the tree begin to fall, it means that the fruit is about to ripen.
The man also said that the persimmons in their hometown are crispy and different from ours.
He said he would take me to try it if he had the chance...
Looking at the person in front of me, I always feel that it doesn't match up with my previous memories.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
