I will still think of those scenes from time to time.
When I fell into darkness, I missed those pure and clean past.
"Asheng."
The first time I heard Fu Feng's voice, he was calling my name. Of course, I had just come to this world at that time and didn't even know what my name was. But I have never forgotten his voice. If sounds could be compared to real things, his voice was like a handful of unmelted snow, indifferent but not cold.
But when I met Ning Yu later, he saw this paragraph when he was helping me retrieve my memory. He squinted at me and stuffed a bun into his mouth. The light red lips contrasted with the white bun and he said vaguely: "That's just two words. Why are you crying, naughty kid."
Just when I was wondering what the word "cry" meant, he swallowed the bun, leaned over and looked at me, his eyes filled with starlight. He picked up a bun and brought it to my mouth. He smiled and said, "Ji Sheng, you are so ugly when you cry."