Just to Meet You

Teacher-student romance is a topic many people write about these days. This story is the world I live in.

But I'm not like Yu Younan, the girl in the story. She was lucky enough to receive his care for so many years, while he and I were merely strangers who crossed paths in passing.

So I poured my own unrequited love into this story. January 21, just the other day, was his birthday. I sent him a text wishing him a happy birthday, but he had forgotten who I was.

For a moment, I was overcome with emotion. He was someone who had helped me, yet he didn't remember how I had helped him.

For various reasons, I have given this story an ending different from reality.

Yu Younan, Lu Ge. The songs of the south fade away, leaving only empty splendor. Yet perhaps one day, we will know each other again? That's it.

Chen Feng, sealed away in dust. I willingly bury myself in the dust; no one can do anything about it.

Wen Zhuo, when the flowers bloomed, I didn't need to ask the God of Spring why he had taken so long to return.

Xu Lu, the road stretches far, and there will be no chance to meet again.

Yuan Xiaoyi, the peach blossoms bloom in profusion, a perfect match for home and hearth. Sadly, even if I urge the God of Spring, I can no longer meet Lanzhi again.

Autumn hibiscus, why bloom beside wisteria in the height of summer?...

I know there is someone on that snowy mountain whom you once loved deeply. In the end, you left yourself there, too.

Shh... Can you hear it?

The wind rustles through the cedar grove; the teacher's chalk keeps scratching away on the blackboard; cheers erupt on the basketball court. Another gust of wind scatters the ginkgo leaves and blows open the endless pile of practice papers on the desk...

This is our story, the story of our youth.

This story is dedicated to those memories.