CH 9

To Xu Jiamu

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“Jing Wei, are you writing a letter?” My roommate asked in surprise when she came out of the bathroom, “I don’t see many people writing letters these days.”

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Every trace of my entire youth is engraved with the same name. When I see the trees on the street and the clouds on the horizon, I will subconsciously think of him. I remember the bubble tea he ordered for me. I remember the fairy sticks he lit up for me. Those memories once supported me through a period of time, and made me think that I was someone special for him. When I was young, I often wondered, is it possible? Even if it is a one in ten thousand chance, what if I am the heroine in his story. I have said goodbye to him countless times, on the phone, on WeChat, face to face, every time without pressure, because I know I will see him again.

But this time is different, Xu Jiamu, this time I really have to say goodbye to you.

Goodbye, Xu Jiamu.  

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