The chirping of cicadas tore through the midsummer of 1999. The leaves of the phoenix tree were shining brightly in the sun, and when the wind blew, gold dust fell all over the ground.
My name is Lin Zhixia, and I will always remember that afternoon when I held my picture folder and stood under the tall sycamore tree of the Provincial Key Middle School and saw Gu Heng for the first time.
The young man was wearing a clean white shirt, with the cuffs rolled up to his forearms. He had handsome features and a dignified temperament, like a noble man who had stepped out of the old days.
Just one glance and the sound of cicadas was silenced.
I didn't know that this encounter that started under the sycamore tree would last for more than thirty years of my life, becoming half of my life's sweetness, half of my life's bitterness, and half of my life an obsession that I can't let go of and can't go back.
