[Original Novel] Running in Opposite Directions (Part III)
When I lay down on the bed, it was already a sea of lights outside. Through the dim glass, I could clearly feel the beauty of the campus standing behind the night, its lights twinkling brilliantly.
An old saying goes: no matter how delicious the food is, nothing beats dumplings; no matter how comfortable sitting is, nothing beats lying down. The moment my stiff spine made its first intimate contact with the unfamiliar bed, it felt like meeting an old friend after a long separation, and an overwhelming sense of regret for not meeting sooner naturally arose. I lay there, indulging in their mutual joy of recounting their feelings to each other. A day of non-stop hustle and bustle finally came to an end the second I took off my shoes. The heart that had marched proudly and confidently towards a broad future now slowed down, like the clear spring water in the mountains flowing gently. My eyes looked around hopefully at the white walls covered with mist. At this moment, the angel spread its wings, carrying me to fly to the paradise of my dreams.
The excruciating pain from my feet launched a powerful attack, capturing my thoughts and quickly breaking through the chaos. With agile and robust postures, it occupied the revolutionary base area of the brain. For many years, the college life I dreamed of started in such a unique way, mixed with bloody blisters.
Years later, when I walked alone on the streets of New York and passed by foreigners with blonde hair and blue eyes, recalling those long-forgotten past events, my sensitive heart accidentally overturned the aged wine buried deep inside, and a sweetness that grows stronger over time began to spread. I am very clear that what is engraved in my heart is no longer the pure pain brought by blisters, but those youthful years that seem like they belong to another world. Upon careful reflection, these blisters are not only vivid marks of the first day I entered the school after a long journey from far away, but also the most meaningful reward as a symbol of new looks, new spirits, and new beginnings.
This reward that comes rushing at me is filled with willfulness and tyranny, leaving no room for me to refuse.