dust and ash

"How old are you, and you still use a broken box as a treasure chest?" Mo Yuyan joked.

I blew the dust on it, "What do you know, I am willing to pretend to be innocent once in a while, you can control me?"

I carefully opened the iron box.

The grasshopper that Hao folded for me, the first love letter Hao wrote to me, the photo of Hao and me, I was sitting on the train tracks laughing, he showed a hand and gave me a victory gesture, I was sitting in the library While reading a book, he stretched out a hand as if to tickle me, the keychain Hao gave me, and the little note Hao wrote to me, "raise your smiling face and leave your shadow behind", "in the deepest In the despair of my life, I met the most beautiful scenery", "My dear, I will take you to see the vastness of the sea and the sky"...

It's not a box, it's my life.

"Have you seen enough, Mr. Jiang?" Mo Yuyan became a little impatient, "Go for a walk, go to work, how many guests are waiting for you."

I hid the box, put on the down jacket I bought during the day, walked side by side with Mo Yuyan, and walked into the bustling street.

Volume [-]: Memories