When she was twelve years old, Yu Ge liked to wear skirts. Once, she wore a white lace skirt, like a porcelain doll, but her deskmate Shen Yishu said in a low voice, "You, you don't look good in this, don't wear it next time." Hearing his somewhat magnetic voice, which was in the stage of changing his voice, Yu Ge covered his mouth and laughed, but said that his voice was not pleasant, and they started arguing with each other. This scene was really common.
This was the scene that Yu Ge was most familiar with, and it became the best memory in the following years.
When they saw each other again, Shen Yishu stood in the audience, his eyes fixed on the girl who was speaking in English on the stage. She had bright eyes, white teeth, fair skin, and looked like a young girl. She was youthful and charming. What should not be ignored was the fluent English and the confident smile on her face.
It's no longer the time when I went on stage and had to hold back my blush before speaking a sentence in English that could make the whole class laugh.
Shen Yishu could not mistake the white dress on that person and the unchanged mole on her neck. It was her, the person Shen Yishu longed for day and night, the person in Shen Yishu's youth.
In the vast sea of people, it is fate that you and I meet. If we meet again, it will be a gift.