Written to Tan Qingshu

Tan Qingshu has been away for many years. But I often still think back to the time when I first got together with him. It's a hot summer day, and Xiaoping is in the car repair shop. The palm of his hand when he took the wrench was full of engine oil. I wanted to hold it, but he wouldn't give it because he was afraid of getting dirty. I said: "Tan Qingshu, I want it now." He still didn't give it. He just bent down and kissed my forehead. At night, he lingered in my heart and chuckled: "I will give it now." It was a wet and lingering night. We fell in love passionately in a rental house in a small town, and then we parted ways. This is the eighteenth year since Tan Qingshu passed away, and I am going to find him. Before that, I wanted to write him a letter. [HE in another sense, for a detailed explanation, please see Chapter 14. The author has something to say~] Intention: Look forward bravely