Mirror

That was the first time I saw Feng Nagi. I was still ten years old, a student with a dull talent, but I thought that figure from behind was really beautiful. Ten years later, on the bank of the Ming River, even though he made a hole in my body, I still felt that that graceful figure was the best scenery in the world. He held me in his arms and called me "Little Taozi" as softly as before, over and over again. At that time, I just wanted to tell him not to cry, because crying would be ugly, but the blood in my mouth blocked my throat and I couldn't make a sound. Suddenly, I suddenly remembered a story I heard when Tongfeng Nagi was born that year, "The mirror leaves the person, but the mirror returns to the person but never returns." I didn't understand its meaning when I was young, but now I know that it meant this, it meant this...