Confess to You with a Youth

She stood on the steps and smiled at the man walking towards her from a distance. He was wearing a well-fitting white shirt, with a few buttons around his neck unbuttoned and open, exposing his Adam's apple. The cuffs are rolled up in a few piles and pushed to the crook of the arm, looking a bit casual. One hand is inserted into the trouser pocket, and the slender fingertips of the other hand are holding the cigarette. From time to time, he raises his wrist, puts it into his mouth, takes a few deep breaths, slightly raises his chin, and exhales the smoke. His movements are a bit frivolous and full of ultimate charm. In a trance, she seemed to see the arrogant boy again, raising his chin slightly, squinting at her, cool and pulling, stopped her, and stuffed a copy of "Youth Handbook", her favorite magazine, into her arms. Time flies, and time flies by. The little bully back then has grown into a tall, long-legged man with stunning scenery.