
There's Enough Time
by Haggard Dish
About This Novel
Ruan Mian is very good at mathematics. So always carry scratch paper. In the training camp for the sophomore year of high school, Lu Ze was sitting in the back. On an unforgettable afternoon, he tapped the table and said, "Borrow a piece of paper?" This is how the story begins. His handwriting is as thin as bamboo, but he will add two strokes next to her graffiti: patching the new curly leaves of the pothos, and tracing the translucent wings of the dove. Lu Ze always carries a pen. The tip of the pen is the arc of the morning light flowing through the corridor, the lines of the moss in the corner, and the shadow of the tips of her hair hanging down when she lowers her head. He compiled these works into a thin album and handed it to her one afternoon. "I'm leaving." He said, his voice as soft as the wind blowing across the paper. At the end of the page, he wrote in pencil: "The lamp in the old bookstore is like a piece of warm amber." Ruan Mian didn't have time to say anything. In the days that followed, the back of her draft paper always subconsciously left blank. Next to the Seine River, the wind blows across the lake and many people are sketching. "Can I still borrow some scratch paper?" A voice sounded like that afternoon many years ago. The sunlight passed through the gap in the river and fell between the two people. Fortunately, it was not too late.
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