At four o'clock in the morning, I always meet Zhou Yubai wearing a white shirt at a convenience store.
>He is always turning over the same book "Snow Country", and his fingertips stop on the page "Through the long tunnel across the county line, we will reach Snow Country".
>On Christmas Eve, I mustered up the courage to push the cake in front of him: "The clerk said... Send it to the last customer."
>When he raised his eyes, his eyelashes trembled in the light, like a lonely butterfly.
>Later I learned that the person waiting for him in a red dress outside the window that night was called his fiancée.
>We met again at the bookstore half a year later. He clutched the copy of "Kafka on the Shore" that I recommended and asked, "Is there no cake today?"
>When I shook my head, he suddenly grabbed my wrist: "But I have something to say, it's four seasons too late."
Intention: Brave