Staying with Tao Jinying, Fu Zhi remembered that he had once coined a word called "Pao Shi", which meant treating time as a vat of water, where a person could take off his clothes and soak in it until the end of time. Time is wrapped around the body, and it will pass by unconsciously and without pain.
Now he had a new experience, spending time with Tao Jinying. Fearless, but thinking extremely nervously, afraid of exceeding the limit, afraid of drowning, and afraid of being tied up and wasted.
On the sofa in the old house, Tao Jinying found his hand, rubbed her fingertips along the lines of his phalanges, and said, "Fu Zhou, I always feel that I can have a particularly long dream today."
Fu Zhou turned to look at him and saw a pair of eyes on the white mist dock, a pair of eyes sitting on the water with nowhere to stay.
Like the photo of him when he was seventeen years old: a young man with short hair, wearing a simple and clean shirt, leaning on the fence by the lake. The thin frame could not hold up the thin clothes, with "Red Lake" in his mouth, and "Don't fucking block my way" written all over his eyes.
Fu Zhou held the photo and smiled: It seems that no one is perfect.
Intention: Everyone becomes a crowd
