"It's been five years, how have you been?" A strange yet familiar mobile phone number broke into my field of vision, bringing back memories from many years ago.
If possible, I would rather call her the hair-washing girl, the kind of young girls who can be seen everywhere in hair-washing shops. They came to this city early from poor areas and did simple and repetitive jobs for a living.
It is not difficult for me to recall her appearance. Straight hair with hanging shoulders, slender figure, thin cheeks, and big talking eyes suddenly appeared in front of me, and I was surprised by her freshness and refinement.
I knew I had no intention of going back to the past, but the moment I received her message, my past, together with her face, unfolded before my eyes without any difficulty.
