So at this moment, the gift isn't about being precious, but about memories.
Li Zhiyuan recalled when he used to watch movies with Alii, Alii would sit next to him, enjoying playing with bubbles.
After the movie, everyone walked home along the road, sparse and silent, with Li Sanjiang at the front, the tip of his cigarette flickering.
There were not many places to have supper in the village, so after returning home, Li Sanjiang took out the gifts Lin Shuyou bought and shared them with everyone.
At night, Li Zhiyuan wanted to chat and hear stories from Li Sanjiang again, but he was refused: "Little Yuanhou, sleep early, you have to get up early to return to school tomorrow."
Late at night, Li Zhiyuan heard the wind again.
He stepped out of his room, onto the terrace, where below the dam, Little Huang Ying appeared again.
Under the night sky, her long hair fell damp, the black qipao made her red high heels seem particularly eerie.
