When they grew old, Yu Er rested on his shoulder and slowly began to recall the past.
Recalling the smile in her eyes on that lush afternoon; recalling the past that passed little by little in the courtyard; recalling the white silk soaked bit by bit by the rain; recalling the boy who earnestly carved his and her names; recalling the girl who squatted in the crowd and cried uncontrollably but clutching the wooden sign; recalling how they grew up slowly, entangled by fate, sighing when they get together and part ways.
"What are you thinking about again?"
"Well..."
She was embarrassed, raised her head, and looked at him steadily.
The man in front of him has long lost his good looks, and there are fine lines at the corners of his eyes, but those eyes have never changed. She is the only one in the dark eyes, focusing on her and loving her gently.
She looked at herself in her eyes, smiled, and smiled.
Many years ago, that little girl looked at the boy with a smile.
That was their beginning.
I never thought about it, but I devoted my life to it.
The palms were spread out, and what was engraved stroke by stroke on the wooden sign was that terrible thing called the past.
"Morning and evening, I will pay for your life."
"Yu Er, I will pay you this life."
Intention: This is the first article for a rookie writer. I will work hard to write it well!