First kiss

Who is Hu Momo? She's the girl with the ponytail, wearing a white dress, and slightly nearsighted—the kind of girl who's easily lost in a crowd. To put it simply, there are as many Hu Momos as there are stars in the sky.

But ordinary girls have their own kind of happiness. At this moment, Hu Momo is sitting on the balcony bathed in the golden afterglow, reading a novel. Across from her dormitory balcony is a street lined with ginkgo trees. When the wind blows, many golden leaves fall onto the balcony. Hu Momo always picks them up one by one, strings them together with needle and thread, and hangs them on a rope. From a distance, they look like a row of fluttering butterflies, or delicate origami cranes. At that time, Hu Momo was 17 years old. She often went to the supermarket with her friends to buy yogurt and pretty paper bags of preserved plums. Sometimes she liked to haggle with the old man selling candied hawthorns, then chat with her friends about interesting things while carrying the candied hawthorns, carefree and happy.

Meeting Bi Bo was her destiny, one she couldn't escape. According to Hu Momo's recollection, it was a weekend. Bi Bo was slowly walking past the girls' dormitory, carrying a ball. He was wearing a black T-shirt and a baseball cap, which was turned backwards, the brim covering the back of his head—he looked like a delinquent. Ironically, a gust of wind blew, and a golden ginkgo leaf "heavily" hit Bi Bo on the nose. Just as he was about to get angry, he suddenly saw Hu Momo smiling at him from the second-floor balcony. It was a smile as radiant as spring flowers. At that moment, he truly thought Hu Momo was beautiful. Her smooth hair shimmered in the sunlight, her white dress fluttered in the wind, and her clean smile and delicate face were like a giant magnet; for a moment, he couldn't look away. A tender and beautiful feeling filled Bi Bo's heart. He bent down, still holding the ball, picked up the ginkgo leaf, held it to his lips for a moment, and then happily whistled at Hu Momo.

Hu Momo's face flushed crimson. By the time she realized how wrong it was for a random boy to smile so brightly, it was too late. She had become Bi Bo's girlfriend; otherwise, he would have sung his self-invented tunes and cheesy songs every night outside her dorm. Hu Momo told others that he was actually quite cute, though a little rascal, a little bad. At that time, this poor girl had already fallen in love with this young rascal, because of the tenderness and affection in her voice, and the shy, sparkling light in her eyes.

Some say that for lovers, winter is the most romantic season. Indeed, snowy days aren't cold; the air is as crisp as Sprite straight from the refrigerator. The whole world is devoid of any other color; the white on the ground is a fluffy white, like rabbit fur. The most beautiful are the ginkgo trees, their white tinged with a hint of blue. And the Western-style buildings on campus, their towering spires and clean lines are breathtaking.

Hu Momo, wearing a lemon-yellow down jacket, led Bi Bo in a snow-covered walk, their shoes making a soft, rustling sound as they rubbed against the loose snow, evoking a sense of tranquility and clarity. Memories of childhood spent running and chasing rabbits in the snow intertwined with the peaceful scene before them. Bi Bo cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted, "Hu Momo, I love you!" Hu Momo's face was red from the cold, but her expression was sweet. She took off her gloves and put her hands inside Bi Bo's jacket sleeves, feeling his warmth. Bi Bo pulled her into his arms, looking intently at her face. "Momo, I want to kiss you!" "Then do you love me?" Hu Momo winked playfully. "Of course." Bi Bo's breath brushed against Hu Momo's face, so close, yet abruptly stopped. Hu Momo gave him a strange look. "Let's wait until we both get into university," Bi Bo said shyly, rubbing his hands together and smiling like a child.

Later, winter vacation arrived, and Hu Momo went back to her grandfather's house for the New Year. In another city, she missed Bi Bo terribly. She missed his smile, the warmth of his hands, and the smell of his sweat-soaked basketball jersey after a game. She wanted to buy him everything he liked, feeling that every love song described their relationship. Hu Momo bought a lot of delicious figs, those ugly-looking but incredibly sweet little fruits with many tiny seeds. At the start of the new semester, Bi Bo took her to the movies and they ate figs, feeling both happy and bittersweet – this must be the taste of first love. On the way back, passing under a large locust tree, their eyes met, but Hu Momo suddenly laughed, thinking about how they could kiss with their mouths full of fig seeds. Bi Bo feigned annoyance and said, "Girl, you owe me a kiss! The interest will increase later, I want a hundred, a thousand!" His exaggerated gestures made Hu Momo laugh heartily, completely lacking any ladylike manners.

Happy days always pass quickly, and before she knew it, the college entrance exam was approaching. Hu Momo hadn't seen Bi Bo for several days. At first, she thought he was busy with mock exams and reviewing, so she didn't think much of it. Then, a whole week passed without her seeing him. Hu Momo panicked and went to ask his roommate in the next class, only to find out he had transferred schools. Hu Momo was both angry and aggrieved, tears welling in her eyes, and she stayed in her dormitory for several days. After finishing the last exam, a sudden downpour began. Hu Momo ran out of the exam hall and into the rain. The rain soaked her clothes and hair, and her face was indistinguishable between rain and tears. Her white shoes were stained black by the rain.

Back home, she drank ginger soup and surprisingly didn't get sick. Hu Momo smiled bitterly, mocking herself for not being able to get sick easily. Later, Hu Momo received an acceptance letter from a teachers' college in the province. "Not bad," Hu Momo told her mother, tears streaming down her face. At that moment, she was thinking of that damn jerk, Bi Bo. Her mother thought she disliked the school and comforted her, saying, "It's still a bachelor's degree."

In university, Hu Momo remained calm and focused. She quietly studied, attended classes, and occasionally wrote articles. After graduation, she returned to her high school. Originally, she didn't want to come back, but her mother said it would be closer to home, and she was her parents' only daughter.

So Hu Momo stayed and became a high school Chinese teacher. One spring afternoon, during a school cleaning, a first-year student suddenly called out to her as Hu Momo passed by the classroom. The student pulled her to a very old desk—a very old wooden desk in the last row of the classroom, worn and tattered by termites—but the writing on it was still clear. Hu Momo saw her name and some crooked handwriting: "Hu Momo, I hope you never see this. If you do, I won't be able to leave in peace. There's a big problem at home. I have to leave, but I can't bear to leave you. I want to say, I love you! I will come back, wait for me."

Behind her was a large lip print, pressed onto another lip print drawn with a red ballpoint pen. At that moment, she was stunned. This young woman, already a teacher, stood there motionless, as if time had frozen.

A tear rolled down her cheek… In her hazy vision, she seemed to see that big boy with his baseball cap turned backwards, that childish boy gesticulating wildly, saying, “You still owe me a hundred kisses, a thousand kisses!”

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