Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Chen Wu did not drink too much. His alcohol tolerance has always been good, and the little bit he drank at the class reunion was nothing for him.
That night, he had a dream. In the dream, there were memories from the past. Those distant high school days suddenly became clear. In his memory, Lin Wan occupied most of it.
When was the first time he saw her outside of school? It was probably during the first semester of their senior year. That day, he had invited a few guys from the basketball team to play at school. As they passed by Xinhua Bookstore, he saw Lin Wan. At that time, he didn’t know her. Yet, for some reason, he remembered that girl’s face.
She wore a simple white T-shirt and jeans, her hair styled in a high bun, making her look both obedient and cute. She was holding a stack of books, carefully placing them in her bike basket before riding away. That day, he forgot what he had come for and just stood across from the bookstore, watching her until she disappeared from view.
He found it interesting. Clearly, she didn’t like such weather either, yet she insisted on saying she loved the scorching sun. What a strange girl she was.
Later on, he learned her name—Lin Wan—a pair of light and delicate characters that took root and sprouted in his heart. After that, he often encountered her in the library.
She was always in the same spot, quietly sitting with a book in her hands. Sometimes he would wonder if they would ever intersect. But it turned out he was overthinking. Aside from the occasional brush past each other, they had no connection at all. That was until the eve of the college entrance examination.
His parents got divorced. He wasn't surprised, really. He had known for a long time that there was no love between them. His father was always coming home late, and his mother constantly complained. During their arguments, they would always say it was for the sake of the child; otherwise, they would have divorced long ago.
Now, he had finally reached adulthood. They were finally getting divorced. He calmly accepted this fact. His parents pursued their own happiness, unwilling to carry him as a burden. He took the initiative to suggest that he would live on campus.
Perhaps his parents felt guilty towards him or perhaps they simply wanted to cut ties; either way, they gave him a property and agreed to split his tuition and living expenses in half from then on. Thus, he gained his freedom.
After the divorce, he lived alone in a vast, empty house, feeling lonely yet somehow not entirely so. School became his refuge. He always played basketball with his bros, venting his excess energy and trying to forget about home.
However, whenever he found himself idle, he would inevitably think of that girl. He remembered her bright smile, her posture as she held her book, and that line from her essay: "I like the scorching sun." He thought maybe they were different after all.
He is afraid of the scorching sun. Every time he finishes playing basketball, he is drenched in sweat and even feels a sense of exhaustion. Yet, he admires her resilience. He begins to long to see her, even if it’s just a glimpse from afar. He knows her class and her schedule. Occasionally, he creates opportunities for chance encounters, like running into her at the library or on the Linin Path on campus.
She still does not recognize him, but he is already very familiar with her. He knows she loves reading and writing. He knows she is the pride of the language teacher and the envy of countless students. He knows she has many friends, who always gather in groups, laughing and playing together. He knows her smile is radiant, warm like sunshine. He knows she is... the dream that feels out of reach.
On graduation day, he drinks a lot. His friends talk about their future lives, while he reminisces about the past, reflecting on this brief yet lengthy time. He thought he would never see her again in his life. Unexpectedly, fate is so wonderful. She actually became his wife.
Comment 0 Comment Count