In my third year of junior high school, I transferred from Shanghai to City B.
I was late on the first day and was made to stand in the corridor.
There was a girl standing next to her. Her school uniform was washed white and there was a patch on her cuffs.
Her name is Su Xiao and she is number one in grade. Her father repairs bicycles at the intersection.
She said she wanted to take the Fudan exam. Everyone thought she was crazy.
I didn't tell her - I believed it.
Later we all passed the exam.
Later she got married.
Fifteen years. From City B to Shanghai, from the end of the corridor to their respective lives.
The words I didn't say, she wrote in the letter.
I hide it in my heart.
