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"Trumpet Man"
When I was seventeen years old, I received a soaked piece of paper:
[Welcome to the copy: Twenty-six days before the college entrance examination]
[Rule: Don't answer the speaker's questions]
There was a man in a raincoat standing at the back door of the classroom. He had no face—just a rusty tin trumpet.
I was the only one in the class who could see it.
It asked me my first question. I answered.
Then it says:
"I am the words you didn't say when you were seventeen."
Zhang Hui sat in front of me. I've liked her for three years, but I haven't said it out loud.
She asked me: "Do you like me?"
I can't tell.
Then she jumped.
I jumped down.
Now she is squatting in that gray room, calling my name over and over again.
I heard it.
But this time, it was my turn to wait.
——
If you don't speak out, you will become a monster.
