Morning and Evening in the World, You Are Still the Same

It wasn't until she started writing the last line of this story that she suddenly realized that she had missed such a good person. From the piece of roasted sweet potato carefully handed over when he was five years old, to the gentle gaze he always hid behind the photographer during the graduation photo shoot; from him giving her his reference book, to the movie they watched together; from that morning when the road was blocked by heavy snow, when he crossed the village and appeared in front of her house, to when he came to the provincial capital to see her... These details, polished and polished by time, are flooding in now. It turned out that he had already silently lit so many warm lights in every corner of her life in his clumsy and sincere way. But when she was young, she was blinded by the inferiority complex in her bones. I always feel that I am not worthy of being so cherished, and I am not sure that such beautiful thoughts will belong to me, so I hide my thoughts in dullness and disguise it as armor. Now, looking back through the years, she understands that those accidents that she ignored are the most cherished thoughts of a person. The tip of the pen rests on the paper, spreading out an ink mark. It turns out that some people, once missed, really miss them for life.