Chapter 3 Chapter 2 "June 3, 2005.", 2005.

Yu Shouheng I got up early, really early kind of. Today is June 3, 2005, not a very special day. I woke up early before my scheduled alarm clock went off, and I repeated "I woke up early." The reason is that I have never been awake at this time since I graduated from high school and came to Taipei for university. At 4:48 in the morning, the sky was still dark, only the occasional sound of morning newspapers whizzing by outside the window. I was supposed to make up a few scenes today, but I asked the director for leave. I turned on the TV and rebroadcasted the news several times, which was full of chaotic and noisy political pages, but one of the news caught my attention.It was Faye Wong. She announced her decision to enjoy her life at home and to temporarily retire from the music scene. This move sparked fierce reactions from fans.

She said that if she stops singing one day, please forget her. I bet that her road to comeback will definitely be farther away than we imagined. I don't know why, but I suddenly feel angry. How can a person who chooses to leave selfishly ask others to forget himself? Today's weather looks gloomy and a bit melancholic. This summer is just about to start, but I have the illusion that it is already over. I dumped a few spoonfuls of ground coffee from the fridge into the machine, realized I forgot to put the coffee filter in, took a moment to clean it, and started over.Go into the bathroom and turn on the faucet in the bathtub, then walk back to the bedroom, lie down on the bed, put your hands on the ground, do a few push-ups, some panting, but I will do a few more.

Nine eight, nine nine, one hundred. Get up, take a deep breath, take off the vest, wipe off the sweat, want to go to the bathroom to take a bath, take off the shorts along the way and throw them at the door, open the door, the inside is already full of water vapor, I turn off the faucet, and stand in front of the sink Wipe the mist off the mirror. The scar on the left chin has never healed, and the stubble that was originally kept to cover it has grown a bit. For some reason, I tried to smile, but the corners of my mouth just wrinkled. Stepped into the bathtub, the warm feeling from the soles of the feet to the thighs rushed straight to the brain, it was so good, I was much more awake.

I sat inside with my hands on my sides, closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and dived into the water. In the water, there is infinite blue in the water. It's been a long time since I went swimming. For a second, I thought of a summer, but it was a long time ago, in a blue sea, or in a swimming pool?never mind.At that time, I tried my best to swim forward in order to hold on to something. As if afraid of losing something. Only, I really forgot what it was. The only thing I remember is the feeling of being in the water at that time, which is as warm as it is now.Sliding out of the water, I stood up, grabbed a towel on the rack and dried myself casually, then wrapped it around my lower body.

The sunlight outside the window came in, I thought there was still a little time, so I turned to the kitchen, where the aroma of coffee was already wafting, I poured a cup and it was hot. Standing blankly in front of the cooking counter, a familiar melody of a song came from the TV, but I really forgot which song it was, so I closed my eyes and tried to listen carefully. "Yu Shouheng." Did someone call my name? "Yu Shouheng." I turned around, and the man was sitting at the dining table, smiling at me, wearing a well-fitting black suit, the same slender and well-proportioned, he hadn’t changed at all, he was the same gloomy, we’ve known each other since the fifth grade of elementary school, middle school , high school, we were in the same class for eight years, as if we were destined to be friends.

I remembered the first time I saw him. Well, that was a long time ago. "You're fat." He said to me with his familiar eyes as if he scanned my whole body very carefully. I laughed, yes, I gained weight, a little. "How long has it been since you played basketball?" "It's been a long time since you came to see me play basketball." I retorted. "I'm tired of watching." He just finished speaking, looked at his watch, and then stood up. "You have twenty-four minutes and thirty-five seconds left to get your clothes on." He then politely moved out of the aisle to let me pass.

I walked past him, walked into the room, opened the closet, took out the suit I bought yesterday, and spread it at the end of the bed. I glanced at him, he turned his head away naturally, I pulled off the towel around me, the light from the floor-to-ceiling windows came through, my shadow stretched long, against his back. "How long has it been since we saw each other?" I asked. "For a long time." "Five years, eight months and eight days." As soon as he finished speaking, he laughed to himself. I lowered my head and put on my pants. Fortunately, they were not as close as I imagined.

"Kang Zhengxing." I called him casually. "what?" "How long has it been since you went back east?" "It was the only time after that day." me too. "Do you have to go back?" "Have you changed yet?" he said. The two of us were silent for a long time, as if the distance between us stretched infinitely, and even the close conversations began to echo. After him, I carried a bag of luggage, walked out the door, locked it, and the elevator to the basement parking lot came. It suddenly occurred to me that I forgot to bring the obituary on the dining table.