After the floodgates of memories were opened, it was a little unbearable.

in the bathroom.

The sound of the water finally stopped.

Gong Chip pulled the bath towel to dry his body, lazily put on his nightgown, and the belt was loosely looped, and closed it to tie a small knot.

After being washed by the water, he woke up a little from his previous drunken state.

When I passed the sink, I stopped.

His hands casually put on the glazed countertop, his center of gravity moved forward slightly, and he leaned slightly against the edge of the table.

Gong Tsui looked at the bathroom mirror hanging above the sink.

The human hair in the mirror was still dripping with water, and the strands of hair were sticky together.

The tips of the ears that were complained by his younger brother before bathing that they were "like pomegranate juice" have faded nearly half of the halo.

That miraculous reaction seemed to be up to time.

It's time to fade away.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Gong Chip muttered: "It turned out to be you." ”

Twelve years ago, the little girl who inadvertently bumped into his body's secret in his hometown has now met him again in this way.

The young man bowed his head and smiled, the curvature of the corners of his lips was like the occasional water ripple on the surface of a calm lake, shallow and hidden.

When I returned to the room, the hour hand on the ins-style minimalist alarm clock on the bedside table was already pointing to two o'clock.

After they came back from drinking, they went to record that night, and they tossed for most of the day.

It's so late......

Gong Chip lifted the light gray futon, and was just about to go to bed and lie down, but then another meal.

Turn around and rummage through the bookcase.

It took five minutes to find a few books as thick as bricks from a cardboard box on the top of the bookcase.

After so many years of preservation, the cover doesn't look too old.

This stack of books is the complete set of "Zizhi Tongjian" that he asked his parents to buy for him after returning to the city from his hometown, a total of six volumes.

However, unlike the little girl's old, yellowed traditional Chinese book, this is a selection of texts and whites that he bought from a large bookstore.

The packaging was very good, and he bought it back and read a copy and then didn't read it.

After that, he put it in a box and kept it on the top of the bookcase, because he loves to be clean, so the corners of the room are often cleaned.

This box of books has not eaten much ash over the years.

Now that I open it again, some of the pages in it are about the same number as new, and they still have the smell of ink printing from the past.

Gong Chip flipped through one by one, and finally found a piece of candy paper sandwiched between them on page 30 of the sixth volume.

The streamer plastic candy wrappers reflect the colors of the rainbow in the light.

Time has not faded it, and it is as brilliant as it once was.

He didn't have time to eat this candy back then.

Since vocal cord polyps need to be treated every day after the surgery, and they can't eat anything too sweet and greasy, Gong Chip has been carrying it in his pants pocket.

Eventually, it was scorched by the scorching summer heat.

It melts in his pocket and takes it out and sticks it.

failed to eat the last candy left by the little girl, and Gong Chip felt a pity back then.

He was reluctant to throw it away, so he left the candy wrapper.

He specially washed and dried the plastic candy wrappers and sandwiched them in the 30th page of the sixth volume of the Zizhi Tongjian.

Because I want to know what kind of books the little girl has read seriously.

also because the day the other party gave him candy was June 30th.

It's the end of midsummer.

But later, after these books were bought, Gong Chip found that he was not the material for reading history books after reading one volume.

This was beyond what he understood at the time.

also suddenly made him understand that following the trend of reading is not a feat.

Today, many years later, when I turn it out again, Gong Chip still has no interest in continuing to read it.

But looking at this little candy wrapper, he felt inexplicably comfortable.

It's still here......

Proof is not a dream.