The day Lu Xiaoqing was released from prison was a sunny day. All the good buddies he had played with before went to pick him up. There were also a few new faces in the crowd that Qiu Qiu had never seen before, including girls.
The prison door should always be serious and cold, so as to lock in the high walls the souls that have been immersed in loneliness for a long time, but are restless because of it.
Five years ago, the dirt road leading to the national highway in front of the prison was built. I don't know in what year it was built. The fragrant locust trees planted on both sides of the road are silent and thin. In the ambiguous breeze of late summer and early autumn, the scent of lavender flowers sways down the trees.
Qiu Qiu stood far away and couldn't see clearly whether Lu Xiaoqing, who was hugging everyone one by one, was still smiling with the corner of his mouth tilted. In the crowd, would that girl with short hair and long legs be as fascinated by that smile as she was before?