A story with no beginning, no then, and no ending.
You are watching TV, and suddenly the TV screen becomes blurry. After a few seconds, it clears up on its own.
You were on the phone, and suddenly the phone was buzzing and you couldn't hear the voice on the other end. In an instant, the signal came back.
You are in front of the computer, repeating the familiar tasks every day, and suddenly you sneeze. You rub your nose gently, wipe the tears from the corners of your eyes, and use a tissue to wipe away the drop or two of saliva that accidentally sprayed on the computer screen. You continue to type on the keyboard and browse the pages.
Perhaps each of us has had such people in our lives. They are not friends, not classmates, not passers-by, let alone passers-by. They are like the TV screen that freezes for a few seconds, the noise that interferes with the mobile phone signal for a moment, and the sneeze that accidentally makes you think someone misses you.
Their appearance or disappearance is too brief, so brief that we ignore their appearance. If the TV had not malfunctioned, the signal had been poor, and the body had caught a cold, no one would have paid attention to them.
These people, I call them, Vedic people. They are like meteors falling from the sky, and they can pass by your eyes in an instant. They are like epiphyllums whose lives are hanging by a thread. They yearn for nothing but can't wait for the Veda who watered themselves carefully in the past.
Maybe, in this life, no Yuming family will know the thoughts of the night-blooming night-blooming girl. It doesn't matter, it's okay to have that moment of blooming.