I am Lin Jian, an ordinary high school student. The only special thing is that I can see the countdown above other people's heads.
That number represents the number of days they can remain in school. Three days later, the girl transferred to another school. Seven days later, the cafeteria aunt retired. Thirty days later, the head teacher was transferred.
I tried to stop him, I tried to keep him, I tried to say "see you tomorrow" harder.
But the numbers never stop.
Until I saw a person with a blank head at the front of the classroom. Su Muxue. She was like the only exception in this countdown world, sitting there quietly, her edges painted by the sunlight.
I thought she wouldn't leave.
But I didn't know that in her world, there was also a number above my head.
387.
From the first day she saw me, she was counting how long I could stay with her.
I could see everyone leaving except myself.
She can see all separations, including mine.
This is a story about countdown, but what I want to tell is never about time. It's about those heartbeats that you know will end, but still can't help but start.
——In whose youth were you, that name that was counted on pages but never spoken?
