"What's your name?" Xiaoran tilted her head, stretched out a small muddy hand, pulled the sleeve of the boy in front of her who looked not much older than herself, and asked sweetly.
"..." The boy was speechless.
"Don't you have a name? Just in time, the master has taught me how to recognize Pinellia ternata in the past few days. From now on, I will call you Pinellia ternata, okay?"
"Pineellia, Pinellia ternata, Pinellia ternata,,,"
Many years later, when this cry has become a thing of the past, on a quiet night, listening to the even snoring of children, Banxia will still miss the little girl who called her name for the first time many years ago. It's just that time goes round and round, and we can never go back to the past. Those beautiful youth are only accompanied by the passing years and disappear in the memory.