At the corner of the corridor, the peach blossoms are in full bloom. He stretched out his hand to straighten the hairpin in her hair, and she lowered her head and smiled.
When that smile falls in one person's eyes, it becomes the shadow of another peach blossom thirty years ago. Some things cannot be said, and some people cannot be forgotten.
Later, the peach blossom fell twice, and no one mentioned the wooden hairpin again. There is only a bluestone slab beside the old well in the back garden. When the wind blows at night, low laughter can be heard.
