[We didn't know each other at first, but we didn't recognize each other in the end.
The mottled tree shadows remain motionless on the pages of the book. The sun is strong at noon and there is no wind. There seemed to be some special substance floating in the air that made it suffocating. However, when he opened the book, the unique smell of paper still made Li Donghai exhale a long breath under the hot sunshine, as if he had let go of the depression that had accumulated in his heart for thousands of years. He squinted his eyes slightly and hid in the shadow under the tree, sat down on the thick roots of the tree on the ground, and opened the book in his hand again. The cover is plain white and elegant, and the corners are yellow with age. It opened to a pure black inner page. The title page seemed to have been torn off by someone, leaving only uneven tooth marks in the corners. There are pictures printed on every page, and under each picture there is a sentence written in sea-blue pen. The words may be long or short, some make people laugh, and some go straight to the heart.
[Whether it has always been right or wrong is actually in the past. As for the future, we have no way of knowing.
Li Donghai turned around and looked at the two busy figures not far away. His slender fingers slowly rubbed the edge of the paper with a vague touch. In a daze, he suddenly felt that the light above his head became a little darker. When he regained consciousness and looked up, he saw the person who was busy not far away standing next to him. The man stood backlit, enclosing himself in a larger shadow. The hands hanging by his sides had clear joints and reddish fingertips.