On the evening when he met her, the pear tree in front of the church actually bloomed overnight in the twelfth lunar month, as if a vast snow had fallen all night.
The moment she called out his name for the first time, he couldn't hide the throbbing. Mo Yan couldn't speak, but when she spoke for the first time, she called him by his name.
He hugged her to sleep for the first time, and only later did he realize what he wanted in his entire life.
"You taught me what love is, why did you bury everything with your own hands?"