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Beneath the Wutong Tree, Longing Almost Vanished

share time: 2025-11-10 06:02:02

Lin Xiaoman has run her grandmother's Wutong Bookstore for ten years, waiting under the old wutong tree outside every day for her first love Chen Mo—who once said, "Wait for me to come back, and I'll make you a ring out of wutong leaves to marry you." This year, the tenth, she packs Chen Mo's old sweater into a box, determined to close the store and go to Beijing tonight. But at dusk, a man in a navy shirt appears, holding the ginkgo leaf bookmark she gave Chen Mo a decade ago. He says, "Chen Mo asked me to return this to you." Inside the bookmark, she finds a note Chen Mo wrote five years prior: "I came back, but a car accident ruined the right side of my face—I've watched you from the café across the street for five years: tying red strings on the wutong, teaching kids to recognize ginkgo fruits..." Looking up, she notices the scar on the man's right eye, exactly where Chen Mo's mole used to be—he is Chen Mo. And on the back of the "transfer notice" she just wrote, there's a small line from this morning: "If he comes today, I won't leave."

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