Sou Shan Ji

That year, the locust trees in Qingqiu Town bloomed extremely late. It was late spring, and the old locust tree at the entrance of the town was slowly spitting out a few bunches of tender white flower spikes. The aroma is faint, mixed with the smell of earth, floating in the evening wind. A bullock cart came slowly back from the town. Sitting in the car was a girl from a liquor store. She was fifteen or sixteen years old, with amber eyes and a few freckles on the tip of her nose. She sat on the edge of the car, her legs dangling, and she hummed an unknown tune. When the ox cart passed the locust tree, she suddenly stopped. There was a man squatting under the tree. Gray clothes, messy hair, and skinny back. He squatted there, motionless, holding a branch in his hand and scratching something on the ground. The girl glanced at him and didn't care. The bullock cart has gone away. She didn't know that this glance would be the biggest disaster in her life. She didn't even know that the boy squatting under the tree had been waiting for her for five thousand years.