In the late autumn of 1987, at the wedding of his second brother, 20-year-old Hong met 16-year-old Fen.
She sat under the courtyard wall with a bowl of brown sugar tea, looked up at him, her eyes were bright, like a pool of moonlight. He brought the bowl of cold tea over and drank it all. It was so sweet that he could not forget it for decades to come.
From then on, every Saturday, he rode a black Fortune 250 motorcycle, carrying two hot sesame cakes, to wait for her at the gate of the County Agricultural Middle School. She sat in his back seat, the wind blew her braids away, and her hair got tangled around his neck, causing itching all winter long. They held hands and kissed on the river embankment, thinking that they could keep walking secretly.
However, a snowfall in the twelfth lunar month exposed all the secrets. Her father interrupted her way home with a pole, interrupting all possibilities between her and him. She was sent to the city, and he searched the whole city but failed to see her again. From then on, each side of the world married and had children.
Thirty-two years later, the elevator door of the county hospital suddenly opened, and they met again in the fragrance of locust flowers in May. He looked down and saw the blood marks on his palms, but she only said:
"That sesame seed cake that year was the most delicious thing I have ever eaten in my life."
A cup of brown sugar tea is so sweet that it only tastes cold at the end. A sesame seed cake can keep you warm for a lifetime, but it can't keep you warm for a lifetime.
This is a true story that happened in the 1980s - about a motorcycle, a pink scarf, and a love that never arrived.
