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An Unforgettable Encounter |
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In the evening, you waited for me at the door with a lantern. When I arrived at
your place in the middle of the night, you noticed the dirt on my blue shirt and
took my backpack, asking in a soft voice if I was tired on the way. You smiled
and said that I looked better with short hair. The night was quiet, and the air
felt alive.
You brewed a bowl of tea with white atractylodes and licorice and a pinch of
green tea, saying it could help with my physical weakness. I politely declined,
saying warm water was enough during my menstrual cycle. You casually tied up
your hair and said that you lived in a peaceful place where you could hear the
sound of flowers blooming. You invited me to stay for a few days. I was a little
tired, leaning on a rattan chair with books scattered around my legs. I said I
could only stay for three days, but you insisted I could stay for a day longer.
The clear moonlight shone through the carved wooden window and fell on the
dressing table. I gazed at you with drowsy eyes as you removed your makeup, just
like the day we first met when you smiled at the lotus flowers in the pond.
In the morning, you opened the west window, and the vines hanging from the outer
wall surrounded us as the distant smoke rose. You helped me comb my hair and
asked if I had been reading the poems of Liu Yong recently. I said I had been
reading them all along. Then, lying on the rattan chair, I said that the
emotions in books have their own vitality, and after knowing you for so long, I
should add some color to my life. You stood up, flicked the lint on your
clothes, and smiled at me. I thought you were content with a peaceful life and
didn't care about the world's chaos. I smiled as I watched the light dance in
your eyes.
In the evening, you took me out and gave me a hairpin that you had specially
made for me. You asked me to grow my hair long and wear the hairpin to show off
my unique style. Then, you walked me home, and each piece of clothing you
carefully folded was already in my backpack. The cool breeze entered the
onion-shaped door and brushed against your eyebrows and hair. I suddenly
realized that you had already harmonized with the mountains and forests, which
made you so comfortable and peaceful.
The next day, you told me that you needed to continue your journey and would
send me a package. I received it later, which contained jewelry that you had
found and a long dress that you had given to my grandmother.
You were like a fleeting shadow. You came with the flowers and left with the
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