Dedicated to Wen Xi.
Thank you Xiaotian.
These are the two sentences at the beginning of Mei Lin Xiaoqing's autobiographical novel.
Those days when I was in contact with her fingertips, I thought she was joking, how could such a thing happen in the world. A few months later, I received an express delivery from her. When I saw the dense manuscript diary, an autobiography of more than 20,000 words, and a bunch of photos, I almost believed that what she said was true. But unfortunately, I only have her phone number and email, so I can't call her, so I can only leave her messages on phone and email again and again, but I never get any response from her.
It has been almost three months since the incident, and Qingming Festival is coming soon, but there is still no sound from her. I think maybe she has really gone and will never come back.
In order to let her soul rest in peace, I plan to fulfill her last wish: put together the chat records with me over the past two months, her autobiography, and the manuscript diary she sent, and send it to Wen Xi and Bao Xiaotian.
In fact, whether what this girl said is true or false, I still feel the need to write it down. Even the story she made up really moved me. I will also send the compiled manuscript to her before the Qingming Festival - if she really goes to that world.