Jiang Muchen told me that he would never forget the first time he saw me.
He said, Xia Qing, your name is so clear, it is simply an irony for you. He said to me, the first time I saw you, you were like an iceberg, so cold that people dared not approach you.
I supported my face with my left hand, turned my head and looked into Jiang Muchen's amber pupils, and asked him with a smile: "Is it that exaggerated?"
He turned his head and looked at the blackboard, avoiding my eyes, and nodded and said "Yeah." The upright lines on the side of the face were reflected orange-red by the unique autumn afternoon sunlight.
I lay on the table and looked at the white light shining from the tips of his long eyelashes. Then he suddenly blushed slightly and said to me: "Xia Qing, when are you going to see this?"
I buried my head in my arms and laughed until I was convulsing.