The station announcement rang three times, but she still didn't come.
Lin Xu waited at the entrance until the last bus left before turning around and leaving. She didn't look back or ask why. In the next two years, she changed cities, jobs, and mobile phone numbers, leaving everything about that city where it was. Until one day I received a letter with no signature or address, and only wrote one sentence——
"The day you left, I went to the station."
She didn't reply. That letter sat in a drawer for many years.
Later one winter, she passed by an ancient city. The street is very lively, and stalls selling sugar paintings and roasted sweet potatoes line up from the street entrance to the end of the alley. She stopped for a moment in the middle of the bridge, looking down at the lights on the water that were wrinkled by the wind. When she looked up, she saw a person looking at her from across the bridge. Five steps apart, people were coming and going in the middle.
No one spoke first. Lin Xu stood there for a moment, then nodded to her, turned around and left. She didn't know if that person looked back at her later. She didn't look back either.
——The crowd is crowded, and old friends don't recognize each other. It's not because she doesn't recognize her, it's because she recognizes her and doesn't know what tone to use to call her name.
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"That Winter"/Two heroines/BE
Concept: The crowd is huge, and old friends pass each other without recognizing each other. Some people are either separated or have walked part of the way and don't need to walk a second time.
