My name is Meng Fusheng.
My best friend's name is Ji Ruxi.
We have known each other for many years, so long that I thought we would never be separated in this life.
Until Shao Jiajia transferred to our class.
She said that she was the one who rescued Ji Ruxi who was bullied in the alley.
Ji Ruxi believed it.
I didn't argue. Because I can't remember—that high fever burned away my memory of that day
But some memories never really disappear. It will be returned to me at dusk on a certain rooftop, along with a diagnosis of advanced gastric cancer, an uncontrollable pulling, and a falling figure.
Later I learned that at a windless ferry, it's not that you can't wait for the boat, it's the people who can't cross, and it's never someone else.
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