In a few days, I will leave the campus and enter the society. The days in the university seem to have just begun but already ended. The scene of me carrying luggage into the campus is still clear, but with more taste now.
The campus is filled with the atmosphere of departure. However, no one would easily mention these painful words. Only during some farewell parties can people release their emotions.
I met him at a personally organized party. It was completely spontaneously organized by students who were about to leave school. It lacked some formal elements but had more relaxation and naturalness. When everyone was waving glow sticks and singing "Glorious Years" by Wong Ka Kui, I noticed that the guitarist's eyes seemed to be shining with tears. I remembered this person from that party.
I often think of him unintentionally. I stubbornly believe that as a student, one should have at least some impulsiveness, which is also my style of doing things. If you want to do something, you should go for it instead of hesitating. So I inquired about his information everywhere. On a night when I missed him, I visited him.
The school is located by the river. We agreed to take a walk by the river. The sunset dyed half of the sky red, but the transparent blue could still be seen.
"Be more casual, okay?" I couldn't hide my excitement. "Nice to meet you!"
"Great!" He smiled brightly.
"I like to call others brothers. I am very close with my classmates. I run to the boys' dormitory every day, and they welcome me warmly, hehe, how about you?"