"There is sugar in the white fungus soup, do you want to try it?" The little girl's eyes were bright, holding the bowl in both hands, looking at the boy expectantly. The man put down his work, took the white fungus soup in her hand, put it on the table, leaned over and pressed her onto the sofa, stared at the red lips, lowered his head and kissed her, tasted the white fungus soup that only belonged to him, and whispered in the little girl's ear: "My white fungus soup has always been sweet."
Hanging on the wall is a photo of the two of them after they graduated from high school. In the photo, the boy is high-spirited and the girl is smiling sweetly with a bouquet of roses in her hand.
Purpose: commemorate youth
