"You know, today Caihua Sweet Mom talked about the usage of nouns and talked about youth. She said that youth can be counted but youth cannot be counted."
Under the desk lamp, Yi Nian spread a piece of stationery between the pages of the exercise book and wrote stroke by stroke.
"I suddenly -" she paused, "I burst into tears."
"If you were here, you would probably say that I'm hypocritical. Really, youth lasts forever from generation to generation. Nowadays, I often see juniors and juniors in the first and second grade of high school in the study room, deliberately separated by a seat in the middle, but I can't hide the smile at the corner of my mouth. Were we so stupid back then?"
Yi Nian smiled and said, "Look, I'm old enough to talk about it back then."
"Actually, I am very afraid that you will ignore me, even though you have already ignored me. I sent it by registered mail, so you don't have to pretend that you didn't receive it."
"I'm in my senior year of high school, just like you were at that time. I know how hard it was for you, so I don't regret giving up on you."
"How could I be selfish when your mother begged me to let you go like that?"
"You have to thank me for doing so well in the college entrance examination."
"Have I ever said that I wrote a lot of letters with my good friends when I was in the third grade of junior high school, but my mother found them all and confiscated them in front of me? Those were the most painful and dark days for me, so much so that I still don't have the courage to get the letters back, as if the slightest mention of them would make the nightmare happen again. I guess, am I the person in your nightmare? So you ignore me."
Yi Nian picked up the cup, drank some water, and rubbed his sore wrist. It was already past twelve o'clock, and the room was so quiet that the only sound was his own breathing.
"It doesn't matter, just treat it like you were the same as me before, you just gave up on me temporarily."
"Happy college."
"Yi Nian."