It was summer, and there was an iron staircase in Wucheng. The handrails were painted green, and the dance classroom was on the second floor.
She was fourteen, barefoot on the floor, and said wood could breathe. She later moved behind a green glass window with a turtle cup on the sill. Then the cup broke. Then there was nothing.
From the age of fourteen to the age of twenty-two, she passed the steam from the candy store, the shaker cup from the milk tea store, a green window and a charging cable that locked the door. She had saved up a bus ticket, but she didn't make it. I saved another one and left.
This was during her final years. It was also about another person who sat next to her from the age of fourteen to twenty, and did not move away.
The window is green. The sky is gray. The floor is cold. The wind kept blowing.
It's not long and you can read it in an afternoon. After reading this, you may want to turn off the lights for a while.
——This book is dedicated to everyone sitting behind the green glass window.
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