More Than White

"Over White" > The summer when Song Tinglan was seventeen, a new classmate who didn't like to talk was transferred to school. His name was Jiang Yubai. He sat in the last row by the window and always lowered his head to write when she passed by. She thought it was indifference, but later she learned that he had written three notebooks full of her name. But she never looked back, and he never looked up. Many years later, she bought a copy of "In Search of Lost Time" at a used book market. On the title page was his handwriting: "If you also remember the songs that the radio station didn't finish playing." She stood there and suddenly remembered that when she was seventeen, there was indeed someone waiting for her at the end of the corridor. And she was a full ten minutes late. ——It turns out that some farewells have already started from the day we met. --- Message from the author While writing this story, I kept listening to an unfinished song. Now it has finally finished playing, but the people listening to the music are no longer there. If you meet that person waiting for you at the end of the hallway, don't be late. Ten minutes is a lifetime. ---Bai Zhiyu'an Intention: Some farewells begin from the day we met. Write down the most common regrets in youth: it's not that you don't love, it's that you don't know; it's not that you don't want to say it, it's that it's too late.