It seemed like a long, long time ago. He was standing behind the stone table, leaning against the Ronghua tree that was the same age as him, with a slight curve in the corner of his mouth, half-smiling.
He would first tap his hand with the book in his hand, and then slowly walk towards me. I knew he would laugh three times first, and then say, Moyan, what trouble did you get into again?
Okay, I admit I got into trouble again. It's just that I really don't like his look. The one that made a mockery of the world. He thought he could fool everyone, but I wasn't that everyone. I just can see through him.
But, how long has it been since I saw that face and that expression?
Rong Hua, I think I really, a little bit, miss you.