What did childhood look like? In Su Shu's memory, it had already faded.
Especially her parents' hometown, in her memory, was almost only left with that small stream overgrown with countless weeds?
And during the golden autumn, the endless rice fields, wild ducks foraging by the pond, chickens hopping everywhere in the yard defecating, and the dragonflies that occasionally paused on the tips of the fences?
When she was very young, she had stayed in the countryside for a while to try catching a low-flying dragonfly and jumping into the puddle, or to run around the houses with the village's older boys and girls, under the smoke from countless kitchens.
The bits and pieces of beauty from her childhood were like honey sealed in a jar, occasionally opened and fragrantly overwhelming.
The young man in front of her, embarrassed, touched his head, his cheeks flushed.