Not Seeing Each Other for Years

The July sun was so hot that it seemed to melt the asphalt road, and the cicadas chirped one after another in the old alley, making people distracted. Just a few days after four-year-old Ling Rusui moved into this alley, she was frightened to tears by the unfamiliar environment. She was wearing a floral skirt that had been washed white, holding a rag doll with a broken leg tightly in her hand. She stood under the huge old locust tree in front of Lu's house, tears falling down. At this moment, a small figure jumped down from the wall. It was a boy who looked slightly older than her. He was wearing a simple white T-shirt and dark shorts, and his skin was tanned to a healthy wheat color by the sun. He was still holding a basketball in his hand that he had not yet put down. The broken hair on his forehead was wet with sweat and stuck to his fair forehead. Seeing the little girl crying in tears under the tree, he was stunned for a moment, and a crack appeared in his originally cold expression. "Hey," the boy frowned, his tone a bit calm and awkward that didn't belong to his age, "You're blocking the door to my house." Ling Yansui sobbed and raised her head, looking at him with a pair of big wet eyes like a frightened deer. Because of fear, her crying became smaller: "Yes, I'm sorry..." Looking at her pitiful look, the boy scratched his hair irritably, put the basketball under his arm, and awkwardly took out a wrinkled White Rabbit toffee from his pocket. He walked up to her, condescendingly put the candy into her soft little hand, and said in a muffled voice, "Stop crying. It won't hurt after eating the candy." Ling Yansui was stunned. Her fingertips touched the candy with his body temperature, and the fear in her heart miraculously dissipated. She carefully peeled off the candy wrapper and put the candy into her mouth. The rich milky aroma instantly melted on her tongue. She raised her head and showed a bright smile with teardrops to the boy. Her voice was as soft as cotton candy: "Brother, it's so sweet." At that moment, the summer wind passed through the branches and leaves of the old locust tree, and mottled light and shadow fell on the two small figures. The boy looked at her smile, and an imperceptible blush appeared at the base of his ears. He pursed his lips and said nothing, but silently reached out his hand and clumsily wiped away the tears on her cheeks with his cuffs. Many years later, when Lu Lenglin became a business emperor revered by everyone in Beijing, when he recalled this moment for countless late nights, he still felt that somewhere in his heart was so tender. That was the year he first met him. From then on, there was warm sunshine in winter, and the frost had a home. Intent: Us in midsummer