One

  Many things in life will disperse with the wind, even the pain that was once thought to be forever unbearable and unbridgeable will slowly subside over time, calmly and quietly turning into light, faint fluttering snowflakes gently settling at the bottom of the heart.

  But some scenes are like a movie clip, suddenly appearing in Ruoxue's unguarded moments, fresh as ever, shocking as yesterday. For a girl like Ruoxue who has grown up smoothly all the way, such memories are not many, just like that evening seven years ago in summer.

  That evening, she clearly remembered many details except that it was her birthday, such as when her mother called her to go to her aunt's house, she was reading Andersen's fairy tale collection translated by Ye Junjian. She was deeply fascinated by the words full of spirit and wit. The three thin books with light green covers were unintentionally found on the bottom layer of her father's bookshelf, which seemed to have a completely different experience from the colorful pages of the fairy tales she read in her childhood.

  When her mother called, she happened to see the sentence "It comes like sunshine with soul and thought; it comes like fragrance, like a song. We know and remember others, but we don't know where it comes from." She raised her head, and in front of the window was a beautiful orange sunset. Everything was so well-coordinated, as if it were destined that something would happen at this moment, and whatever happened would be decided at this moment.

  The skirt that mom asked her to give to her aunt was made by mom herself. Mom is very skilled, especially with needlework. Since she was young, she and dad rarely bought clothes, no matter what style. As long as mom took a look at it, she could cut it out in three or two strokes, sometimes adding some small details like the little bow on the sleeve when I was young, or the lace trim on the skirt. It always made my classmates envy and scream with admiration. At that time, there was no such thing as "Korean wave", otherwise mom would have been one of the earliest trendsetters. Mom is very enthusiastic and often busy making beautiful clothes for relatives and neighbors, but she herself dresses very simply.

  Xiao Yi and Ru Shuang lived in adjacent buildings, making it convenient for them to visit each other. Xiao Yi often brought her mother fashion magazines from abroad and asked for her help in making new clothes. This skirt was made for a date that night. With high hopes, Xiao Yi finally found someone she liked, who later became her uncle.

  Of course, when she sent the skirt over, she had no idea that this skirt would play such an important role. She was just imagining how many wonderful ideas would emerge from wearing this sunset-colored skirt on her little aunt's body, thinking about those gentle sentences she had just read in Andersen's fairy tales. Thinking like this, a smile overflowed from the corner of her mouth because she was too focused. As soon as she turned into her little aunt's building, she felt a blackness in front of her eyes, and her forehead first felt the temperature. Then she stumbled forward, but didn't fall over, and her hands tightened around the paper bag with the skirt inside. She bumped into someone, and heard a young male voice say, "Sorry." Originally, she wanted to say something, but that swift male voice beat her to it.

  She remembered what her mother said about her always being absent-minded and not paying attention to her surroundings, and her face turned bright red. It was also one of her characteristics that she blushed easily. She kept her head down and didn't say anything because she didn't know what to say until the boy ran away from her side. Only then did she lift her head and turn around to take a look, seeing the back of him wearing a light blue short-sleeved shirt and black shorts, indeed a boy, jumping into the sunset.

  She couldn't explain why she remembered that evening so deeply, the shallow blue figure she bumped into while daydreaming, and the young voice that left a temperature on her forehead.

  That day was her sixteenth birthday and from then on she fell in love with the color blue.