The day I left Chongqing, I deleted everything about Li Xiangnan.
I thought that by deleting the past, I could download the future.
Hangzhou greeted me with rain.
Here, I met Ji Xiaoyu. He is as quiet and humid as this city, and can accommodate all my silence and rotten past. I thought it was new life.
Ruan Shuang always flashes in my memory, the boy on the train who only met once. The warmth of his smile is the only dry imagination in the humid south.
I worked in a restaurant and bar, slept in a ten-story rental house, and pieced myself together bit by bit as Ji Xiaoyu listened.
The black butterfly at my father's funeral always lands on the same leaf on rainy days.
I began to have a long dream.
In my dream, Li Xiangnan was still peeling shrimps for me in Chongqing at night.
In the dream, I said to Ji Xiaoyu: "I seem to have never left that overpass."
Purpose: Throughout our lives, we are just trying to reconcile with our own shadows.