Crush Collector
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On the day we broke up, it was raining heavily. I squatted in front of Han Shuyan's house holding a cardboard box. He mocked venomously: "Even Lin Daiyu can't cry like you." But she silently made ginger tea and threw the guest room key to me: "Remember to mop the floor after crying." On the 300th day of living in his house, I got used to him complaining that the coffee I brewed was too sweet every day. Until when I was sorting out the bookshelf, I shook out seven yellowed concert ticket stubs-- Each one has my name written on the back and dates spanning the seven years we've known each other. "Han Shuyan, these tickets..." He took the ticket and the tips of his ears were red: "Back then, the scalper lied to me and said that if I bought the ticket, I would give it to my crush."
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