Ye Jinan passed by the juice shop after get off work, where there were still many students in school uniforms chatting inside.
She subconsciously went in and ordered two glasses of lime juice, but remembered that she was not there.
She picked up her mobile phone to pay. The wallpaper on her mobile phone was still the picture of Mu Bingmo sleeping on the table, with books stacked high next to her. And the sketch paper with the little figures drawn on it
The smell of lime in the classroom, the sketchbook full of little figures, the whispers under the tree...
Bit by bit, thread by thread. She has long been accustomed to her world.
I feel a little empty.
Or... She missed her.
Purpose: I would like to dedicate this article to myself and my friends when I was young and frivolous at that time.