It is said that the most unforgettable thing is taste, whether it is food or people. After many years, the style of food and people's faces in the yellowing memory will become blurred. Only taste, like fine wine, has a mellow taste and lasts forever...
Under the dim street light, Zuo Yi held his chin and watched quietly. The light penetrated through the hair and eyelashes, and projected on the girl's cheek. The usually pink lips now seemed to be painted with a rose lipstick, making them look delicate and charming. The summer evening breeze blew gently, which made his heart flutter. The girl's hair gently brushed his face, tickling his heart.
Although the answer is not the question, Zhang Zimo is not stupid, and the answer is obvious. He knew that the girl who was very close to him now, but her heart was getting further and further away from her; the girl who had made him unable to eat or sleep with guilt in the past two years; the girl who made him stop caring and focus on his feelings; the girl who made him fly in the air for more than ten hours just to take a look at her, no longer belonged to him. He missed the rough and tumble time during his sixth year in elementary school, and the ecstasy when he recognized her in the crowd during high school military training. He also missed the helpless expression when she hugged him because of his coquettish willfulness, but those warm and beautiful moments were not worth the time.