People on White Background

In Lanjiang, awakened people and practitioners have long been written into the law, news and the daily lives of ordinary people. Some people rely on their ability to support their families and financial groups, while others only use it to heat a carton of milk. The school roll call is as usual, the court is as usual, and the city will not exempt anyone from the life he should live the next day just because he can foresee an accident and walk through a mirror. In the autumn when Xu Zhiheng entered No. 9 Middle School, nothing major happened around him that was worthy of making the news. My father's phone always answered on the third ring, my mother never changed the order when folding clothes, and a chair that had been moved would return to its original place the next day. The neighbors didn't think it was strange, and the teacher had no reason to ask. Only Xu Zhiheng knows why these small orders cannot go wrong. Before going to school every day, he would meet Jiang Wen at the breakfast shop on Wutong Street. She lost her sight in a car accident five years ago and relies on her voice, a blind stick and memorized routes to get through the city. They gradually became familiar with each other through the heat of soy milk, the temporarily rerouted buses, and the unscheduled mornings. Xu Zhiheng knew that there was a way for her to see the world and his face again between the black lines on a white background. But handing a secret to another person is never more difficult than keeping it. When a life can only be sustained by repetition, are people holding on to love, or are they refusing to admit loss?