In the early morning in Yunbian Town, I woke up at the boundary between fog and dreams.
It has been ten years, and there are countless old things that can't be told.
She stood inside the threshold and watched the mist spread along the bluestone road.
Those stone slabs were laid in the late Republic of China, and each piece has chisel marks. Now, the soles of the feet have been worn for a hundred years, and the middle is slightly concave, but the edges are still stubbornly ridged.
The morning light was diluted into gray-white in the fog. It was unclear whether the light dyed the fog or the fog swallowed the light.
The old-fashioned radio in the corner suddenly buzzed.
Chen Shuang's hand stopped in mid-air.
The radio was left behind by my grandmother. The brown leather case had several cracks, revealing the yellowed sponge inside.
It hadn't rang for three years—or rather, it hadn't rang normally for three years.
At this moment, the pointer was shaking on the blank frequency band, making intermittent noises:
"... Zi... School... Zi... Th... Warning..."
The sound seemed to come from under the water, or through thick glass.
Chen Shuang knelt down and put her ear close to the speaker.
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Reader comments
After ten years of lovesickness, it is difficult to even try to engrave words.
The woman did not let the man look down on her, and the two finally became a good thing.
There is a universe inside the Moon Gate, and the universe reverses time.
True and false will eventually change, and the anchor of love changes everything.
After ten years of lovesickness, it is difficult to even try to engrave words. The woman did not let the man look down on her, and the two finally became a good thing. There is a universe inside the Moon Gate, and the universe reverses time. True and false will eventually change, and the anchor of love changes everything.
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