The First Memory Is the Last to Go

Early summer is not the beginning of a season, it is just a girl with bright white teeth. There are not too many adjectives to describe this woman, because she easily blends into the crowd, as ordinary as you and me, at least before the age of 26, but just like you and me, we have long been tired of this kind of life, so God gave her a chance encounter. Such chance encounters often appear in the imagination of ordinary people. We met in early summer, and a story began