The pig head he drew in her textbook and the notes she wrote in her textbook can only be remembered slowly in her youth. The unspeakable youthfulness and the promises that were too late to be spoken can only remain in youth and slowly ferment.
Reunited after many years, there was a bit of unfamiliarity in the eyes, but the pear dimples at the corners of the mouth were much exposed.
He asked her how she was doing these years?
She wanted to throw herself into his arms and tell him that he was not doing well, that she was not having a good life at all. But when I saw the ring on his ring finger, I held back my tears and said with a smile: It's pretty good.