In the days that followed, every few days, the content on the bulletin board would change as though they were thoughtful little tips, and the girls had become accustomed to such reminders, no longer surprised by them. Over time, people stopped gathering around the bulletin board.
"There will be rain tomorrow night, remember to bring an umbrella to the library."
"The first plum blossom in the botanical garden to the north of the campus has bloomed..."
"You left your meal card at the cafeteria, please go to the lost and found to claim it."
With the arrival of winter, the words on that bulletin board had become an indispensable part of life. Shen Xiaoman would stare at the chalk-written lines for a long time whenever she passed by, as if those words were alive, warmly conveying some kind of care, suddenly making this winter not seem so cold anymore.
