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The wind whistled from the distant sky, blowing up the dust that had accumulated over the playground over the years.

The bamboo forest and the withered yellow ivy were rustling, and the basketball hoop made a distant and sharp creaking sound.

Ye Kong slightly raised his head and stared at the man looking down at him. His dark and deep eyes slowly said word by word:

"Sometimes I suddenly feel that you look familiar, but you say you have never seen me before, so I just think it's my illusion..."

"But standing here, I suddenly know for sure..."

The girl's canvas shoes suddenly stepped forward, she stared into the man's eyes closely and asked, "I have seen you before, right? That shouldn't be my illusion."

"So, can you tell me?"

She also took a step forward with her other foot, almost standing completely in front of the man's chest, and asked word by word: "Wen Can, in what capacity did you appear here?"

"...Volunteer." Wen Can also spoke calmly and slowly, "Also, substitute for my grandfather in class."

·

The spring breeze from the flower box is like strong liquor, and you can smell the endless fragrance in every corner.

Young boys basically only come back here to play for a while with their mothers every summer vacation.

He knew that there was a primary school next to the community where his grandfather lived, but because he only came during holidays, he had never seen the school crowded with children.

Only once, at the end of spring, when he was with his mother on a non-holiday day, did he bring a box of flowers for work.

While working as a volunteer at the Huahe Welfare Home, he occasionally helps his lazy grandfather teach a class.

The boy did not like to teach others or show off his bad habits in front of little kids. In class, he usually only explained the questions strictly according to the lesson plan given by his grandfather, and other than that, he never stayed for more than a minute - even though 99% of the kids in the class liked him very much and always wanted to stick to him and ask questions after class.

But Wen Can, who was in his teens, already had very long legs. When he strode out when the bell rang for the end of get out of class, he was like a gust of wind. How could a group of short-legged people catch up with him?

Fortunately, the Internet was not well developed at that time, otherwise, according to the precocity of today's primary school students, his photos would have spread all over the Internet and he would have been dubbed the "most handsome little teacher."

It was just a very short and faint memory, and it didn't even leave any mark in his life - no, the only label should be "the xth time going to Huahe with my mother", and other than that, there was nothing else.

Until recently.

It was not until recently, in the daily life of spending time with the girl, that the wind gradually blew away the sand in my memory.

He suddenly saw clearly a corner of his obscure memories.

In those dull, wrinkled and ordinary pictures, something suddenly began to flicker like a star.

·

"You ever met me?"

Ye Kong was asking him.

"Correct."

"When?"

"When you always slept in class." Wen Can said, "There was only one time when you didn't sleep, but stared out the window in a daze, so I saw your face clearly."

"When did you remember it?"

"Not long ago."

"why did not you tell me?"

"We have no intersection. You don't remember me, and I don't remember you."

"And now? Looking back, what am I like?"

……

The girl was too close to him.

Aggressive distance.

Dark and focused like the eyes of a small animal.

Wen Can could even see himself clearly in her pupils under her thick eyelashes.

——Just like the sea silently raising the tide, his heartbeat was buried beneath the undercurrent, heavy, as if carrying the weight of a mountain, beating faster with difficulty but persistence.

This was it…the thing he had been resisting and ignoring.

A memory as ordinary as a drop of water falling into the sea. In that memory, there was only a little kid, an elementary school student, who existed as a vague silhouette.

But because of the person in front of me, I am covered with layers of filters.

She became clear, vivid, detailed and alive.

Then Wen Can could clearly see her furry head as she dozed off, and the half-painted sketchbook covered by her arm.

I saw clearly a cheap milk carton on her desk with a straw with the tip bitten off stuck in it.

He saw that she was not dozing off for a rare time, and she was propped up with her face to look at her small profile outside the window.

Pale and thin, like porcelain that would break at the slightest touch.

His hair was a little malnourished, soft and fluffy, so when the wind blew, the little kid looked like a furry dandelion.

He remembered that he once picked up a milk carton that had fallen on the ground for her.

I walked across most of the classroom and picked up the empty milk carton, actually wanting to get a "thank you".

But she didn't say it.

Very rude.

Didn't even look at her.

At that time, he just laughed in his heart. It was just a small episode that did not lead to any further thoughts. He forgot about it after he walked out of the classroom.

Now it has become so detailed.

·

“Now, thinking back, what was I like?”

After so many years, the girl's question was right in front of him, and after a long silence, he had to answer.

"Malnutrition."

He said slowly: "It's very rude."

"He's not tall."

"There is no basic respect for teachers."

"He doesn't seem interested in studying and doesn't have many friends."

"I'm in poor health and very withdrawn."

Ye Kong: ...

The man spoke each word slowly and clearly, causing Ye Kong's expression to change little by little.

She looked like she wanted to kick him right there and then.

But before that, Wen Can continued: "But it's beautiful."

He said calmly: "She is the most beautiful child I have ever seen."

Ye Kong: ...

She was startled.

"The hair looks very soft, so it must feel very good. The notebook is full of doodles, so he must be good at drawing."

"Although he is quite withdrawn, he is also very quiet. I like quiet children."

"Although it's rude, I guess that's because you didn't see me picking up your things - well, even if you saw it and ignored it, it shouldn't be your fault. Maybe I'm just too serious and scary."

"Although you don't listen in class, you still hand in your homework on time, and your grades are definitely not the worst, because if you were, I would be more impressed with you. So, you must be pretty smart."

"In general..."

Wen Can felt powerless in the language he could not control.

Under the mask, his lips curled up helplessly: "You are a very cute and special elementary school student."

"..."

This time it was Ye Kong's turn to remain silent for a long time.

She stared at Wen Can for a long while before asking her, "So, I'm so cute and special, why did you only think of me recently?"

"..."

The man's lips under the mask gradually pursed into a straight line.

Ye Kong seemed to see the surging sea in his eyes.

The huge waves rolled up thousands of layers of snow, but all that was expressed was silence.

It was not until he heard the sound of a bicycle bell in the distance that he woke up as if from a dream, or as if the replay button was pressed, returning to the original calmness of a stagnant pool.

"Because of who you are now."

He said: "It is you now who has affected my memory."

He looked away: "That's it."