A restaurant near Southland University.
Creak.
Andrew Han pushed open the door, then closed the old wooden door behind him, a smile playing on his lips, his eyes filled with rare warmth and nostalgia.
Inside the restaurant’s main hall.
A young man in formal attire, with neat short hair and a hint of stubble, was earnestly recommending a rice brand called 'Valley Aroma Rice' to the restaurant owner.
It was Gavin Bright, his high school deskmate.
“Hey.”
Andrew watched Gavin Bright continue pitching Valley Aroma Rice.
He remembered that martial arts theory class, when Gavin Bright, wearing the blue-and-white school uniform, stood up to answer Ms. Jiang’s question. Just like back then, Gavin was still slender, and his suit, like his old uniform, hung a bit loosely on him.
He waited a while.
Gavin Bright was still persevering.
“Gavin.” Andrew called out with a cheerful grin.
Huh?
Who—who’s calling me?
Gavin Bright instinctively turned his head, his expression freezing for a moment, his eyes lighting up.
At first, he was overwhelmed with excitement, but then a hint of hesitation and embarrassment crept in. Unconsciously, he stepped back, as if ashamed, finally forcing out a strained smile: “A-Andrew, you’re here too?”
“I’m here for a class dinner.”
Andrew snorted, stepped forward, and slung an arm around Gavin’s shoulders: “Leaving school before the college entrance exam was one thing, but you stopped logging into QQ too? I was about to send someone to look for you.”
Gavin Bright was one of his few close friends.
For three years in high school, they shared a desk for two of them, and their similar outlook and temperament made their friendship even deeper.