Meeting Again

Every day I woke up, my mind was in a haze. I had moved to the He Yuting area, met the man called Uncle Li, and started my university life.

The only difference was that I began to love everything blue; occasionally, I would insist that my mother buy me an exorbitantly expensive sapphire necklace; and when no one was around, I would reminisce about those light blue eyes.

Sometimes, like a lunatic, I would ask my seatmate silly questions: "Have you ever been unable to forget someone from a dream?"

My friend would smile and say, "You mean a dream lover? Of course! Last night I just dreamed of my idol; he is my dream lover!"

That wasn't what I meant. "I'm talking about someone you don't know at all!"

Hearing this, the friends around me stared at me in surprise. They asked if I was under too much academic pressure and told me that everything in dreams is just an illusion.

I said no more.

Indeed, falling in love with someone in a dream was the most absurd thing in the world.

Only I knew that I had once stepped into his world.

***

On a dull afternoon.

"Fengzhi," my roommate patted my shoulder.

I kept my head down, diligently studying vocabulary, and asked, "What's up?"

My roommate smirked, turned me around, and laughed. "The neighboring Hua University is hosting a basketball exchange. There are many handsome guys there. Want to go?"

I looked at the textbook on my desk. "No."

"Why? Come with me, please! You're so pretty; help me get the WeChat of some handsome guy later!"

"No."

My roommate said miserably, "I'll treat you to five hotpot meals. Deal?"

I immediately put down my pen and stood up. "I'm ready, let's go!"

Roommate: "..."

The sultry May weather made me feel as if I had returned to that summer vacation when "he" was still there.

Before entering the court, fearing I would get thirsty later, I stopped by a nearby convenience store to buy a bottle of soda. Coincidentally, the drink I wanted was placed on the highest shelf. At 168 cm tall, I had to struggle quite a bit to reach it.

Just as I lowered my head to go pay, I unexpectedly lost my balance and bumped into a youth in front of me. The bottle of soda in my hand immediately fell to the ground.

I hastily said "sorry." Before I could see his face clearly, he crouched down to help me pick up the bottle.

I also crouched down to take the bottle and thanked him. The other party stood up—

At that moment, I saw a pair of light blue eyes.