His side face was very close to me. His handsome young facial features and delicate and smooth skin were the same as they were five years ago. Time seemed to have not brought any change to him. He had a fresh and clean smell, like a handful of winter snow lying on the cold plums. It smelled very good. It reminded me of a sentence for no reason. After returning from thousands of miles, the appearance becomes less and less, and the fragrance of plum blossoms still lingers when you smile.
"Liu Guang, where is your hometown?"
"Lingnan."
I smiled, no wonder it reminded me of this sentence.
"Having not returned to your hometown for so many years, do you miss Luogang Xiangxue?"
Liuguang stopped writing, half-knelt beside me, raised his head and looked at me with his clear eyes, "This is where my heart is at peace, this is my hometown."