Four Years of Longing

One ill-fated choice, one brazen escape. I, Wan Siyuan, came to this second-rate university, where the familiar sound of home was hard to find. Longing stayed by my side; for four years, I missed home every day. Neither the regional customs nor the cultural differences could break me, but four years of memories and longing warped my outlook on life and led to one painful episode after another, things I never wanted to remember yet couldn’t erase from my mind. Still, fate always turns and twists toward a new possibility. Over those four years, I built deep friendships, and my friends’ companionship became a balm for my pain, always guiding me to look ahead. The fourth-year itch, memories that last for years. They, too, will become the longing and memories I carry into the next part of my journey.