Jin Chen spent more than ten years waiting for that person. In other words, he was expecting that person to appear. He leaned over the table drunkenly and said with a silly smile: "My first love was a small town girl." Regardless of the ridicule of the others. I don't know if the alcohol in the cocktail spread throughout his body. When he fell down, he saw her again. The warmth and sweetness that remained at the corner of his mouth could not stop the bitterness spreading in his heart. At first glance, she was a six-year-old girl, holding his arm and acting coquettishly at him. He gave this little girl all the indulgences he could. Encounter is an accident, acquaintance is curiosity, and separation is helplessness. Meeting again is the renewal of our fate.