Li Feili picked up a cat on the road. The cat didn't remember who he was, but he only remembered that he smelled good, like the pine forest after snow.
He talked all the way to the cat. Talking about a person named Xu Miao, saying that that person's eyes were crooked when he smiled, and that that person promised to come back to him. The cat couldn't understand, but every time he mentioned Xu Miao, the cat would rub its head into his palm.
He didn't know if the cat was Xu Miao. The cat didn't remember anything. It only relied on a vague instinct to crawl to him from a very far away place, dragging half its life.
Later, the cat died, and Li Feili touched the entire missed truth on the small scar on the cat's left ear.
He sat on a cliff full of flowers, holding a porcelain altar in his arms. The wind blew up the petals and fluttered them one after another. He buried a letter under the flower roots.
There was only one sentence in the letter.
——There is nothing in the mountains, just give me a spring branch.
I received it in the spring, but it was too late.
It turns out you were back a long time ago, but I recognized you too late.
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