When he was eighteen years old, he was the son of my driver. He hid his cracked hands in a panic in the back seat of the luxury car.
When we met again at the age of twenty-eight, he was already a technological upstart, and I became the laughing stock of the auction house.
He took a photo of my family heirloom and crushed my dignity: "Kneel down and beg me, and I will give it back to you."
When I turned around, he hugged me tremblingly: "Don't leave... I've been looking for you for ten years."
Until I found the yellowed photo in his study——
It turns out that he has always loved the illusory and perfect me in his memory.
And the real me has never been truly seen by him.
