Their eyes suddenly met in the rain of flying flowers.
"Can I return this flower to you?" Xueer held the flower and chuckled, the sound was like wind chimes under the eaves.
"Since it is dispersed as Vimalakirti Rain, what difference does it have between you and me?"
The moment Lin'er's hand reached into Xue'er's socks, time seemed to freeze. The touch is like the misty rain in March in the south of the Yangtze River, soft and moist, with the unique body temperature and fragrance of a girl. His fingertips trembled slightly, as if touching a fragile piece of Song Dynasty celadon, with a mixture of desire and fear.
The memory goes back to that late spring evening, when the brass bell rang softly in the retro restaurant. Xueer's ivory chopsticks fell, and the silver light disappeared into the shadow under the table. When Lin'er leaned over, she could see her toes trembling slightly in her embroidered shoes, and her skin like a half-curved crescent was exposed at the edge of her stockings. Their fingertips touched each other in the dark, like a dragonfly touching water, but it caused thousands of ripples in their hearts.
Brother-in-law, what are you thinking about? The lingering warmth of the white skirt is like the curl of sandalwood, lingering around the lingering fragrance of flour in the kitchen.
Over the years since then, that moment has repeatedly appeared in Lin'er's dreams: Xue'er was standing on a stool hanging a painting, her silk stockings under her gauze skirt were glowing with pearls; she was holding milk in the morning light, and a drop overflowing from the corner of her mouth slid along the neckline into her collar.
The temperature in my palms at this moment was so real that it made me dizzy. Cher pretended to avoid bugs that didn't exist, her eyelashes cast shadows like butterfly wings under the light. Lin'er felt the arch of her foot tighten slightly in his hand, like a frightened crane, yet quietly close to his pulse. This ambiguous game is like the sleeves of Kun Opera, and there are thousands of words to say about whether to refuse or welcome.
Concept: What is love?