Everyone has an unavoidable name.
Whenever you mention it, emotions always come uncontrollably and surround you like a tidal wave. Like a drowning person who is about to suffocate, this name is a life-saving straw when he is struggling to death. It is poison and medicine.
To Lin Zhi, this name was Song Zhiqi.
Eight years, she thought. In the eight years since the breakup, she hasn't told anyone about it. Every few months, she always dreams about Song. In her dream, she sees the long corridor on the fifth floor of the teaching building, with the foggy Western Mountains in the distance. She is standing by the stairs at the end of the corridor, wearing a school uniform and carrying a schoolbag, holding a note that has not yet been sent out in her hand. She was waiting for Song, but classmates were coming and going in the corridor after school, blocking her sight of the back door of the Class 7 classroom. Every time, she asked her classmates who were familiar with Song where Song had gone, but she never got an answer. Every time, when the people dispersed and the fog dissipated, when I woke up from my dream with tears on my face, I could not see him. In the end, she always squatted down helplessly in the corner, buried her head in her knees, and sobbed softly. No matter what kind of encounter, the sad ending has never been rewritten. This is probably the most difficult knot for her to untie.