There was a gentle breeze that day, the spring scenery was bright, the grass and trees were green, and the garden was full of flowers. I stood behind my mother and looked at the tall man standing in the middle of the meeting hall.
The man bowed, clasped his hands into fists, and said loudly: "I'm going down to Jiangjiu. Master Huo can just call me Xiaojiu."
Like an auditory hallucination, a clear and uninhibited voice sounded in my ears at the same time, "In Xiajiang Liu, Miss Zijun, just call me Xiaoliu."
Haha, it feels like a lifetime ago.
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