Sanger said, in short, I found that after Lin Yige left, you became more and more like a woman.
My waist-length straight hair was flying wildly in the wind, and the air was filled with the sticky smell of summer. I stood under the albizia tree, held my breath and raised my eyes, and began to feel nostalgic.
The cobblestone path that you walked with your bare feet on my back, the colorful bamboo on which you carved the Chinese characters "Twin" to pray for good luck, and the acacia tree where you leaned over and secretly kissed my cheek with dewdrops on its branches.
The Chinese years are as warm as yesterday. Nostalgic, and then forgotten.
Lin Yige, for a moment, I suddenly couldn't remember your face.
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