The next time she met him was when she was playing ball with her mother.
The sun had just set at that time, and the sunlight stung her eyes. She bent down to pick up the ball, and looked at the familiar figure in front of her. Memories flooded into her mind, either sweet or disappointing, but they all turned into the satisfaction of finding him when she saw him.
She was embarrassed to ask him if he was the boy he once was, so she had to ask her dear mother. A few minutes later, while picking up the ball, her mother pretended to ask casually, "Did you go to Beima School in high school?" She began to hold her breath after hearing her mother ask. She clearly heard the sound of her own heartbeat, and answered her mother's voice in a low but disappointing voice, "No, auntie." She lowered her head in despair and played with the paddle in her hand, her thoughts confused.
But he missed the man's smiling eyes. He looked at the lowered furry head and suppressed a smile. I turned around and went to play ball with my friends.
Intention: There is love in the ordinary