Like smoke, like a dream, suddenly, startled

In the quietest corner of the world, An Xiaocheng was wearing a shiny white shirt, simple and neat jeans, and a faint smell of washing powder in the air. She threw a one-dollar coin into the old grandma's bowl, and the old grandma smiled at her Laughing, An Xiaocheng pursed her lips and smiled.

An Xiaocheng turned the key chain in her hand, feeling very happy.She walked to the innermost and humblest house, opened the door and walked in.

"Clap clap..."

On this day, An Xiaocheng threw a coin into the old woman's bowl, and just as the coin fell, there was a crisp sound, and there was another sound, and there was an extra coin in the bowl.

An Xiaocheng looked to the side, and there was a very good-looking boy standing beside him, he showed her white teeth and smiled at her, An Xiaocheng smiled politely back, turned around and prepared to walk away.

The boy's deep and charming voice sounded: "Wait."

An Xiaocheng turned around and looked at the boy's handsome face suspiciously.

The boy smiled, looking a little disappointed: "You really don't remember me?"

An Xiaocheng tilted his head, and then carefully looked at the boy. After a while, An Xiaocheng shook his head, with a somewhat embarrassed look on his face.

The boy shook his head and laughed, looking a little dazed, his eyes fell on the bowl: "You are still the same, remember you said we want to be together." The boy shrugged and pointed to the bowl in front of the old woman.

An Xiaocheng looked along the boy's slender fingers, and stared blankly at the boy: "You...are Li Luoran?"

The disappointment in Li Luoran's eyes dissipated, and a smile filled the corners of his mouth: "I miss you all the time, but you forget me."

Tears flickered in An Xiaocheng's eyes, and she hugged Li Luoran suddenly, her voice trembling: "I finally waited for you."

The author has something to say:

Regarding filling in the type of work... Can I say that I have never understood the writing system of Jinjiang ￣□￣｜｜, this book is mainly about small stories one by one.