In 1984, eight-year-old Chun Yan in Yau Ma Tei, Kowloon Tong, had just been adopted by her aunt from the mainland of Hunan and arrived in Hong Kong City. She took a car and then a train. Take a boat, then a car. After tossing and hiding, we finally arrived.
I just woke up from my aunt's arms in a daze and saw for the first time that 12 or 13-year-old Jiaming was climbing up the wooden stairs carrying medicine, his skinny hands carefully holding the medicine bowl. The black bowl was steaming, and the smoke drifted up to Jiaming's face, and the smoke blurred into his heart.
In 1995, Jiaming looked at Lisa in his arms in the car. Lisa looked up with tears in her eyes and touched his eyebrows with her hands and asked, "Who is Chuncai, and who is Lisa?"
Time flies, youth is still there, but things have changed.
This story is purely fictitious and any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental.
Intention: Childhood sweethearts in youth, middle age and twilight. The two eyes looked at each other, wishing they could never see each other again.