That day I was sitting in Costa waiting for Xiao Ke. When I was bored, I looked outside and the figure I saw was like the boy in my memory. Wearing a blue coat, his hair is messy, his body is stretched out very straight, and his pupils are looking forward with diffuse eyes. I can even picture him looking back, as if I had written it countless times in my mind. His leisurely and flat tone, his careless to almost deliberate distance.
It happened to be a time when the crowds were sparse and the shop window was filled with warm light. I saw myself in the reflection. The bangs above my eyebrows that I accidentally cut stuck to my forehead in a funny and unexpected way.
I remember that a young boy suddenly appeared on the windowsill of the classroom on such a good day, and asked me with a smile in his casual tone: Hey, are you reading here again?
——Qiao Paian