Light Pickup Echo

While tidying up the study room over the weekend, Zhang Zi squatted in front of an old cardboard box and pulled out a canvas book with frayed corners. On the cover was a half-crooked old camphor tree with a small sunflower dotted beside the tree. The paint was somewhat faded. She raised her eyebrows at me while holding up the book, and said in a long voice: "Honey, who painted this painting? It's a bit similar in style to the "Campshade" hanging in your study, but it's much more childish." The book in my hand fell onto my knees with a bang, my eyes fell on the familiar brushstrokes, and my Adam's apple moved. The sunlight filtered in through the blinds, casting tiny shadows on the paper, and it suddenly took me back to the end of August 2009——