Many years later, when she recalled that afternoon filled with the fragrance of green grass, everything seemed blurred. She could no longer remember the temperature of the sun on her face, the aroma of oden cooking in the store, the pruning of the trees, or the distance between them. She just remembered that in so many years, she had never seen such a clean back. Maybe the story is like this, I don't know when it started, it started plainly, and then ended at an unexpected moment. It's ordinary and unsurprising, but it has been mixed into many people's lives. "Jiang Huan, I have been waiting for you for five years." "Xiaoxiao, it took me eleven years to come to you." You are the warm sun, but I am like the wind.