One truant afternoon over coffee in a little cafe, seating by the window, I brought out two passport-sized photos from my wallet of herself that she had given me at different times, placed each one next to each other carefully, deliberately, on the wooden desk, facing her. Then using my best chinese voice, I spoke, and started my presentation. 您好, I am your matchmaker. Today, I will show you these two girls, now this one, this one cooks well, loves to iron, this one, this one..Before I managed to cook up my introductions, she burst out laughing. The way the window light illuminated her face, illuminated her beauty, illuminated her laugh.. I don't remember if I managed to continue my act, my slice of memory is the sound of her laughing.

Written behind one of the photographs, "你记得吗?"