He was frightened by the sudden touch. He turned around after a while and looked at the person in front of him through the snow mirror. The sunshine on the bluebird sky was very good, shining directly on the man's shoulders and on the nameplate sewn by his own hands.
At that moment, time became a verb, bringing the person sitting next to him thirteen years ago, the person who would pick a wild fruit to tease him, to his side, but only a short distance away. From then on, he could finally keep the person who only appeared in front of his eyes and stayed in his dreams forever.
He was sure, forever.
Just like the crimson wild fruit that person threw into the sky, and the thoughts revealed in his eyes when he looked at him.
Mission: Patriotism, dedication, integrity and friendliness