"He said, my hairpin has beautiful apricot flowers."
"He asked me if I liked apricots."
"He asked me my name"
"He smiled and showed a row of big white teeth."
"At that time, he was carrying two baskets of chickens and selling them door to door: 'Chickens on credit.' Then he knocked on my door."
"That spring..." She said with a hint of sadness, and a piece of apricot blossom fell leisurely in her hair, which seemed to be the one from decades ago, but no one reached out to brush it away for her.
Grandma was already crying and shaking. It's just that the apricot blossoms are still blooming like they don't understand the world. They are like this every year, as gorgeous as the clouds.
It seems that when that person is there.
"I wait for him to come every spring."
"Wait until he comes with two baskets full of squeaking chickens."