I forget when it started, Ajia's face became younger and younger. Although he is about the same age, everyone always says he looks like my younger brother when looking at the photos.
But I always feel uncomfortable, but I don't know how to respond. I was always clumsy and would just smile awkwardly from the sidelines.
Ajia has always had a dream. He told me this in the ninth year of our acquaintance. I met Ajia when I was in elementary school. This boy was the tallest boy in the class at that time, and I was the tallest girl in the class. When we were young, children always felt that tall people were particularly good at fighting, so Ajia and I became the boss and the boss in the class.
After entering junior high school, the surrounding environment, people's minds and feelings gradually mature. It seems that everyone around them has a strong sense of self and has drawn a 38th parallel. Ajia and I are the only ones who are still "sticky" together, and it's not because of anything else. It's just that people's acquiescence to the natural aura of tall people from the bottom of their hearts will not change.
He disappeared for three years until high school. I have gone to his house many times to find him, but there is only a dead door. No matter how persistent you are, it will not give you any response. I think of that day, the sunset shone on the three of us, two cool black motorcycles were placed one behind the other beside the winding mountain road, Ajia's slightly open collar revealed a faint red shadow, and our smiles were as bright as the seventeen-year-old sunshine.
Intention: We have come to the present with the tide of the times, but there are still them from that era, guarding their kindness and courage in the face of rough roads, guarding the love that has not been distorted.