Holding Er Yu’s hand, who had just learned to walk, in one hand, and a full shopping bag in the other, I stood waiting for the traffic light to change. Suddenly, a convertible passed by, and through the blur, I caught a glimpse of an Asian man’s profile, then his back, so similar. Could it be him? It was a laughable question… How I wish I could still fantasize, but I’ve lost all rights to that. I could only stand there, dazed, ignoring the changing light until Er Yu started to misbehave. Hua Hua called me neurotic, saying both Qi Yufeng and I were too stubborn. Yes, I don’t deny it; since we’ve dug ourselves in so deep, I don’t mind dying in this comfort. Haha.
On a sunny afternoon, Er Yu and I were at home having a karaoke session. Just as we were getting into it, a call came through. I stepped into the kitchen to take it, just some work-related matters. After hanging up, I opened the fridge to find some pudding to placate Er Yu, but then I heard a car, followed by the sound of an engine shutting off. Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat. I looked out the window, and there on the street in front of my door was parked that convertible, with that very person inside, turning my world upside down. I saw him, looking exhausted as he gazed at the door. For a moment, I thought he might get out, come over, open the door, and take Er Yu and me away, far away, to a place without memories, and say, “Xiao Xia, marry me…” Ha, that’s what they call meeting too late. But he just remained silent, leaning back in his seat, eyes tightly shut as if to imprison all his thoughts…
