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每当夜幕降临，我的思绪总是不自觉地回到那些过去的岁月。那间老屋依然 standing there in my mind’s eye, its wooden beams still brimming with memories. The smell of roasting chickens and burning wood fills the air, a sensory reminder of our countless conversations and shared moments.
Ah, Su Cao. My old flame. His presence is both familiar and foreign at the same time. I can’t quite pinpoint where this feeling comes from—maybe it’s just that I’ve always had an unbreakable bond with him. Our love was not perfect, but it was pure. No complications, no worries. Just us.
The fire in our hearts burned so brightly that I couldn’t extinguish it even now. It’s strange how time can preserve such emotions, turning them into something even more precious than when they were fresh. Sometimes I wonder if I’m better off not thinking about him too much, but the part of me that does remember still longs for those days.
There’s always something new to discover in this life, isn’t there? Like yesterday’s stories becoming today’s memories, and tomorrow’s possibilities yet to be written. Life is a journey, and I’m just one chapter away from being rewritten. But sometimes, holding onto what has already happened can be as comforting as knowing that it will always stay with me.
I guess the thing I love most about our old times is how simple they were. No grand gestures, no complicated plans—it was just us doing whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted. And in those moments, I realize how lucky I was to have even one person who could make such a profound impact on my heart.
The fire between us may have diminished over the years, but it doesn’t mean it’s gone forever. It’s just embedded itself deeper into my soul now, more indelible than ever before. And every time I look back, that smile of his always lights up my heart again.
