I have known him less than March, but I have listened to his stories for three years.
Sometimes I would lean against the window full of locust flowers and watch the angular leaves cut off the people passing by under the window. There will always be him among those with vague faces. The probability of one in three thousand is not too small.
However, this happened in the past three months. In the past three years, I just listened to a long and confusing fairy tale. Even if I occasionally crossed paths, I could not remember his face.
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