Fallen Grapefruit

When I wrote "The Fallen Grapefruit", I always thought of the unspoken words in the old days - like the youth's thoughts hidden in the grapefruit leaves, like the sugar that was not handed out in the snow, and like the sigh that I sighed when I looked back through the years. I prefer to write about the daily lives of ordinary people, the softness and regret hidden in the smoke. I always feel that the most touching thing is never the dramatic story, but the heartbeat of a certain moment: it is the oil star splashing on the tip of his nose when he squats in the kitchen to cook the ribs, it is her silence when she stands at the alley holding the old leaves, it is the quiet sigh of relief when they reunited after many years and saw that the other person was living a stable life. I hope this story about grapefruit and miss can remind you of yourself in a certain old time - the sweetness at that time was real, the regret was also real, and the gentleness in which you later learned to bless calmly is also real.