The pair of star-like eyes on the demure face passed a faint smile: “It’s me, Ming Lei, we haven’t seen you in ten years.”
“Yeah, so many years have passed without realizing it. I feel like I am a lot older. You are still so young. How are you doing well?” I looked at her calm face.
“Why don’t you get off the bus and talk, and you haven’t come back in a long time, it’s better to lock the car here, let’s walk along the mountain road and talk. Let’s go to my house and take a seat Sit down, my home is behind this mountain.” She pointed in a direction. I looked in the direction she pointed, and vaguely saw a small white building, covered in lush azaleas.