It was time to graduate. Cheng and I were admitted to graduate schools in the north, while Luo found a job in the south. On the day he left, Luo didn't come. He only asked someone to bring a box. The red box reminded me of Maggie Cheung's red dress. When I opened it, there were pieces of paper inside, with articles printed on them, familiar or forgotten, bit by bit...
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