Like the Years That Fade Away

The first time I saw him, it wasn’t a bright morning in midsummer. There was no brilliant sunlight streaming through the gaps between the leaves, nor rays of dawn filtering through the morning mist to bathe the campus. The national flag snapped in the wind. Raindrops fell one by one, pattering against our heads. The air was stuffy, and the fog refused to lift. All the teachers and students stood quietly below, watching the national flag rise slowly. This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.