"I'm Li Ming. I haven't seen you for more than 20 years. Do you still remember me?" A text message came from an unknown number. "Li Ming? Is it him? The boy whose name makes my heart beat faster?" I immediately copied the unfamiliar number subconsciously and added V to verify it.

"I'm Li Ming. I haven't seen you for more than 20 years. Do you still remember me?" A text message was sent from an unknown number.

"Li Ming? Is it him? The boy whose heart beats faster when I hear his name?"

immediately copied the unfamiliar number subconsciously, added V to verify it, and saw that the avatar was indeed the boy I once dreamed of. Son.

Twenty-five years ago, I was so fascinated by that boy with big eyes, long eyelashes and slightly melancholy eyes. I still can't describe it in words.

I only remember that my eyes would often look at him inadvertently, whether after class or in class.

Our eyes often touch each other, and as soon as a little spiritual spark is sparked, we quickly look away and look elsewhere, as if we are afraid that the other party will find something.

He forgot to bring his pen in class, so I would quietly put my pen on his desk pretending to be inadvertent.

If one day I forget to bring my scratch paper, I will find a stack of scratch paper on the table. I will look at him knowingly, and he will definitely blush and lower his head, not daring to meet my eyes.

We often meet by chance on the way to and from school, but we never dare to walk together openly. We were both born and raised in rural areas. Middle school students at that time were not so open-minded. We were just close friends and didn’t dare to. Let others find out and make irresponsible remarks.

No matter what it is, it is our first love, and it is as beautiful as other people's first love.

Before we had time to do anything for our first love, he transferred to another school and left, and we had no contact with each other anymore. We became each other's "white moonlight".

The gaps between my fingers are very wide, and time is too thin. Time slips quietly through the gaps between my fingers.

Twenty-five years have passed, and I didn’t expect to contact him again, the “cinnabar mole” that I have always been thinking about.

found out through chatting that his parents were divorced at that time, and his mother took him and remarried to a neighboring county.

At that time, there were very few divorces in rural areas. It was very embarrassing to become a "stepson" and have to change his surname. He had a very low self-esteem and felt that he was not worthy of me, so he never looked for me later. I tried to find him but couldn't find him.

During the Spring Festival this year, he went back to his hometown and met our classmate Min. She is a good friend of mine. She told him about my current situation. It turns out that we have been living in the same city. He couldn't help but send me that text message.

We met at the subway entrance of the city center shopping mall. When I saw him, I still couldn't help but feel my heart pounding.

He is still very handsome, so handsome that I still dare not look directly at him.

He is doing very well now. He is the boss of a branch of a listed company in our city. When he came here, he drove a BMW , wearing a suit and leather shoes, and looked like a domineering president. He satisfied the look of my husband in my imagination, He is very attractive to me.

Look at my current husband. Although he was not ugly when he was young, he seems to be incompatible with handsomeness. Coupled with the traces of hard life, he has really become a middle-aged "greasy uncle".

Li Ming said that his wife was brought from his hometown and found in the countryside. She had no education, but she was okay with him. It can be heard that he and his wife are just Chaimi and his wife, and they cannot be regarded as spiritually compatible or deeply in love with each other.

My heart is moved, and my psychological balance is unbalanced.

I met my first love, and the first love was so good. Do you want to have a threesome, a spiritual one?