When I was seven years old, I met Xiaokou on a path in the forest.
Like the usual stories, it is condensed into one sentence:
A wolf comes riding a bamboo horse.
When I was eighteen years old, the train heading north left the platform.
I stood on the platform in silence,
Looking back, I saw...
Later, the son grew up.
I moved back to the courtyard where I grew up. A family of three lives peacefully here.
One day, I looked through the glass window at home,
I saw my son wandering on the path home,
Holding a stick of ice cream in his mouth, it's his favorite cream flavor.
Next to him, there was a little girl eating the same brand of ice cream as him.
The difference is chocolate.
I suddenly remembered the past. Time passed by for more than twenty years.
It only stopped on the path when I was seven years old.
I had a fight with that person.
I couldn't help but turn around. The child's father was sitting on the sofa.
As if he was too exhausted after a long day, he dozed off.
I didn't say anything, and my eyes fell on the path that had not changed in twenty years.
For a moment, it seemed like yesterday.