It was the classmates from junior high school, as we had already formed a group back then, that I still had occasional contact with.
Chu Mo hurriedly passed by the elementary school entrance, he strode forward, his mind constantly reminiscing some childhood anecdotes, when suddenly, a blurry face appeared in his thoughts. That face became clearer and clearer until finally a girl with pigtails and cute dimples on her cheeks emerged from his memory.
She was the girl he had shared a desk with for three years in junior high, who was also the first girl Chu Mo had ever liked. It was because of that girl that Chu Mo later developed a fondness for writing.
I remember hearing a few years back when I was home, that the girl I used to think about day and night had gotten married, and she had even opened a flower shop in the small county town.
