At a friend's party five years ago, "I" and she first met because of the embarrassing incident involving oranges and "fishing." Her meticulousness in peeling oranges and the fragrance of gardenia in her hair became bright colors in my memory.
Later, although the two had their own lovers, they became the best partners to complain about. In front of the barbecue stall, she complained that her boyfriend always put cilantro, so "I" suggested changing her online name; "I" complained about her girlfriend borrowing game consoles indiscriminately, and she drew a funny face on a note to save her. She was arguing with her boyfriend late at night, and "I" traveled half the city to accompany her. They sat there from early morning to sunrise, not talking about arguments but only trivial matters. In the warmth of our shoulders touching each other, feelings quietly grew.
Now I meet my old friend again, "I" lie on the sofa, looking at the photo of her peeling oranges five years ago, her bright yellow dress is like a sunflower that never fades. The autumn breeze outside the window intersects with the chirping of cicadas on the summer night five years ago. The foreshadowing of the first meeting and the "observation" time of each other's relationship have become memories with deep meanings.
Concept: emotion love