Eventually ended all contacts with B, and I feel relieved.
Reading a Chinese Sichuan cuisine book written by 扶霞, a British writer, the first three chapters surprised me. It made me feel like I was back in Sichuan in the '90s. I could smell the spiciness of Sichuan pepper, hear the noise of vegetable markets, and see the crowded busyness for cuisine.
Last Sunday, after a quick shower, I hurried to meet Fan. As we caught sight of each other from across the street, we couldn't contain our excitement. With joyful screams, we ran into each other's arms, embracing warmly.
'Long time no see!' she exclaimed. But to me, it didn't feel like much time had passed since our last meeting. As we grow older, our sense of time seems to blur. Yet, when I reflect on it, our meetings have been fewer than fifteen, each one cherished and memorable.