Even many years later, Zhou Keqi would still think of that day - it was a scorching midsummer day. He was helplessly and exhaustedly running in the sun for a living, sweating profusely and looking miserable. I knocked on the door without much hope. The girl at the door, wearing a white pleated skirt, leaned out half her body and listened to his eager explanation of the purpose of her visit. A trace of blush appeared on her delicate face, her eyebrows were curved, her pupils were like water, and she said softly: "Then come."
An ordinary sentence was like the sound of nature in Zhou Keqi's heart at that time. After that, he struggled for her for many years, until very late, he discovered that he had actually lost his original intention, and the girl in his memory had long been like an autumn cloud, nowhere to be found. Even if he patted the railings all over and cut off her robe, he could never find her again.