People who live too long have poor memories.
Xie Hanhui forgot a person for hundreds of years. When I think about it again, all that is left of that man is a pair of bones. He squatted under the dam and put the bones into his coat one by one. He moved very slowly, as if he was afraid of hurting him.
Later he walked along an invisible line. Every time I walk, I think of something. Everyone he remembered was gone.
——Excerpt from "Linjiang Fairy", serialized in Jinjiang Literature City.
Intention: Forgetting is also a kind of waiting.