Years pass by, and I dream back to that charming smile outside the city of Suzhou;
Dyeing the beauty, I return to the gentle call in the alley at night.
——Zhuo Kun
He met her for the first time, and she met him for the first time. The two of them had no intersection, just like an infinitely extending parallel line, and they didn't even remember each other's faces clearly.
When he met her again, a slight smile spread across his face and he said softly: "Nice to meet you." He looked at her with soft eyes through the thick lenses of his glasses.
She smiled shyly, lowered her head slightly, and scratched the back of her head sheepishly with her right hand. Her fair cheeks were slightly red. Without saying a word, she silently added in her heart: I am even happier.
Then he left without saying goodbye, and she suddenly fell ill. However, she received an anonymous text message after he left: Please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. Please cherish it. "The writing is just like his character, clean and neat.
She saw the text message, didn't take it to heart, and fell asleep.
Many years later, she met him due to a job opportunity.
She looked at the familiar face and said softly: "Sir, have we met before? "The eyes are clear.
He looked at her blushing cheeks and said with a half-smile: "Girl, your way of striking up a conversation is too old-fashioned..."