Although he grew up in a small town by a river, Loran Hill cannot swim, and his most familiar and closest memory of water is taking a boat.
That was a memory from a long, long time ago, when I was almost 4-5 years old. The faces of the characters in it have long become blurred and I can’t remember who they were, but I still remember that they took me on a boat ride when I was a child.
The country roads covered with dirt and gravel are very bumpy and become muddy and difficult to walk on when it rains. When I was a child, taking a boat was actually much more comfortable than taking a car.
Westena sat at the stern, rowing the oars. Charlie excitedly told her that she and some friends and classmates would meet at a party tonight. Loran Hill sat at the bow, leaned down gently, and half-inserted his fingers into the water. A cool and delicate feeling came from his fingertips.
Even without looking, she could feel the ripples in the water. Even though she did nothing, a faint sense of happiness welled up in her heart.
The water splashed slightly with the oars, and Charlie and Westena talked about their school days, making each other laugh.
Suddenly a surprised cry made Loran Hill turn his head.
"Jialan, look behind, she's so beautiful." Charlie pointed in the direction behind Loran Hill.
The girl turned around upon hearing the voice and looked towards the quiet night scene over the lake.
Scattered fireflies flew up from the reeds, fluttering across the lake, flickering faintly.
There seemed to be two different kinds of fireflies dancing in the pale green and light orange. As the boat moved forward, it gradually approached, but it seemed that it could not be caught, always far away.
Raising his neck, Loran Hill looked at the scattered fireflies dancing in the night sky and smiled.
It’s great to see fireflies again.
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