There is a fragrant smell called talc powder.

I heard that before the Cambodian New Year comes, locals like to play. For example, blow a small balloon and suddenly slapped you and slapped your ears when you were relaxed without any notice; pour a glass of cold water secretly appeared behind you and then suddenly poured it on your head; poured a hand of talcum powder on you unexpectedly or touched it on your face...

The most important thing is that this is a way for locals to celebrate Happy New Year. People who are played should not be angry or scolded. This should be paid great attention.

It is precisely because of this, coupled with my own personality, that day comes with scenes...

When I went to discuss with the master of the prefabricated house that morning how to solve the sample problem, I was all focused on the content of the conversation and was not prepared for everything around me. In addition, I never thought that anyone would play with me. After all, I was not from that country.

However, happiness has no country.

A "hand of God" suddenly appeared and gave me a baby powder on my face. I didn't forget to touch it gently for a few more times.

At that moment, I knew I had "winned"...

I smiled motionlessly and let the hand touch it. OK, when the hand was released, oh, it turned out to be the female team leader of the prefecture house. Oh, aunt touched me, it was okay.

OK, ignore her and continue to talk about work.

In less than half a minute, two hands suddenly touched my face. The talcum powder smelled very fragrant, so fragrant that it was a little pungent.

OK, after the two hands are touched, I will see who touched me again. Oh, it is the tallest and best girl in our prefabricated room. Okay, it is acceptable for me to touch the girl.

Let's not talk, let's not talk, wash your face...

Other colleagues kept laughing when they saw me. Actually, I wanted to laugh too. So, I took a photo as a souvenir...

With a beginning, there will naturally be continuation.

When I went to the factory, the girl from the factory laughed when she saw the residual powder on my face, and she also understood that I could be played with.

So, a bold aunt poured a handful of talcum powder in front of me and would not help me if I didn't apply it. Well, the plot can be imagined. I felt the baby's memories again...

Huh, it feels pretty good. I think they dare to tease me like this because they think I am an easy-to-get person. If they change to someone who is so serious that he doesn’t have a smile all day, would they dare to tease me like this?

Well, things can always be thought of very beautiful. In fact, it is indeed quite beautiful.

Later, a master told me that which girl puts talcum powder on your face means which girl likes you.

When I think of this, I smiled slightly and there would be no girl who likes the real one...

I was touched when my face was touched, just like I thought it was a child again.

Time continues to go.

Past, present. OK, or broken?

The past, the ignorant past has a beginning.

Now, what I understand a little bit is still continuing.

Sometimes I never thought about what the beginning was, and what the continuation was...

There is a problem with my phone that makes me feel very annoying, that is, the phone’s memory is short of memory. I bought a new phone to take pictures on a small trip, but after a few trips, the memory of the phone was full. There was a scenery but couldn’t take pictures, and I was in a depressing mood...

So, I began to save any photos.

Every time I upload the photos I take on a small trip to the space album, I will only pick one or two more beautiful ones to keep on my phone, and delete the others. In order to allow my phone to take photos during a small trip, I embarked on this path.

At first I felt very smart and satisfied my mood for taking pictures. So, after a few years, I realized that I had changed.

I took photos on a small trip just to complete a task, and I have forgotten what it means to let things go. When the photos on my phone were uploaded to the space album, I didn’t even look at them, so I deleted the photos I took on my phone, and didn’t recall the mood when I was on a small trip.

And what about the photos uploaded to the space album? Yes, they were almost forgotten in the past, and I didn't look through them much. So, what are I using those photos for? It's so funny...

At that time, my phone only had a few photos. If I wanted to find the beautiful memories of the past, I could only go online to the space album to read.

When I went to look through the album casually, I felt that the sky was so beautiful at that time. It seemed that I hadn't seen such a beautiful sky in a long time. At that moment, I realized that I had lost so much...

Am I living more and more mechanically?

Looking through my selfies from many years ago, I feel so ugly! But at that time I felt so handsome. Is it because I have always lived in my own world that I can't see my own world clearly?

Looking through my selfies for the past one or two years, I felt very beautiful, which made me look so ugly when I looked at myself in the mirror. So am I becoming uglier or more handsome?

Am I getting better or worse?

The answers are always relative.

"Do you hope it's getting better or worse?"

"Of course it's getting better!"

"Then it's getting better."

It is best to answer the questions you ask yourself by your own heart.

There is no reason, the director has the final say. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!