one The setting sun is a burst of light and rain, falling on Lin Yu, flashing dim yellow and blue illusions, and a wisp of purple-yellow evening clouds lying across the distant sky, which makes the entire dusk of Dadu Mountain dyed with a special brilliance. Nansen sat silently on the railing of a stone bridge, staring into the distance.His melancholy and lonely shadow falls in the heart of the dry rocky river. Clumps of acacia trees, rows of phoenix trees, swaying eucalyptus, weeping masson pine, all surrounded him in a glazed twilight scene, making him somewhat unhappy; Because I am used to being crowded in the big city of Taipei, and I am not used to the emptiness of Dadu Mountain. The other main reason is that Meizhen was not able to study in this school with her according to her wish. Due to family circumstances, I finally decided to drop out of school.

In fact, an ambitious girl like Meizhen should fly like a bird on this red soil path, and start her youthful exploration in this wide and deep place. He and Meizhen have known each other for four years. He is a very keen young man, and he often longs to devour new knowledge violently, but can't bear to sip it lukewarmly in class.Therefore, when school was over in the evening, it became a habit to visit the second-hand bookstalls. Meizhen was in the same school as him, but he only knew her because of the second-hand bookstalls. She is the daughter of the owner of a bookstore with a large collection of books near Guling Street in Taipei.Against the gray and dusty background of her house, her face was always too white, and her clothes always too clean.In the first impression, it seemed that she was a swallow with fluttering wings, about to rush out of the strong darkness, especially when she was smiling, it could be seen that she was in a frail and torn body. In it, there is an extremely flexible wildness.

During the four years, he did not know how many times he stepped into that bookstore, flipping through the shelves of dusty books, Andre.Gide, Jack.London, Tolstoy, Turgenev, Remarque, Wilde, Shakespeare, thousands of volumes of literary works that can illuminate people's hearts, all of them have a taste of the loneliness of ancient sages, without any complaints. , quietly dusty.But he feels that these books that have been thrown into the trash can or sold as waste paper are much more cordial than those old teachers whose jaws are relaxed and majestic, stepping on the podium, and yawning poorly after reading the lessons according to the scriptures , and can best satisfy his almost greedy desire to absorb.

Of course, he was often hungry, saved his breakfast money, and bought some of his favorite books as much as possible.What about her?Maybe it’s because it doesn’t cost money to read books, or when picking out some new books, she always hopes to read them first before selling them. In short, she always reads, reads, and works closely under the slightly dim light. notes. The lights are too dim.He was so worried in his heart that he said it out of his mouth: a desk lamp should be added on the table. She looked at him and recognized him from the school uniform as a classmate from the same school.

I'm used to it, but I don't think so. He flipped through the book she was reading and said with a smile: I plan to enter the Chinese Department in the future, I guess. Why?She asked lightly. If you gnaw hard on literature books, you must plan to become a writer in the future. She closed the book and smiled solemnly: Is it logical?You may wish to count and see, how many contemporary writers deserve to be called Chinese majors?After digging for four years, it is not deep, not shallow, even if you set up a second-hand book stall, you will not be able to make up your mind. He was speechless for a moment, but fortunately the light was dim, so she would not notice the flushed face.He didn't expect that a girl like her, who looked silent and quiet, would speak so sharply when she said a few words lightly?It hits the nail on the head about the lack of respecting the past and despising the present in the current educational methods.Maybe this girl really learned something unusual from reading old books!

Afterwards, it proved that his guess was correct. Meizhen and her father had been picking books since they were young, and gnawed at those books that were neglected or even discarded by ordinary people. She was at least five or six more than him in this kind of similar hobby. Years of Taoism.The old books she has read are not only literature, but also philosophy, history, sociology, and some natural sciences. Those are considered by society to be only suitable for snacks and groceries in the bag, just like that It has enriched her and made her understand thinking better than most college students.

He and Meizhen became acquainted like this. Before the entrance exam, he approached Meizhen and wanted to talk to her more. On the one hand, he could relieve the confusion in his heart, and on the other hand, he wanted to use this to strengthen the confidence of each other in choosing the direction of study.The two went for a walk to the botanical garden not far away. The dusk that day was just like the dusk of Dadu Mountain in front of us, only with a layer of curtain formed by the dust and smoke of the city, the scene was much darker and heavier. up! They walked slowly on the winding stone path by the pool, and the two talked about a lot of things, about those bookstores that specialize in new books, just powdered Dongshi and Wuyan, and about a book. A great contemporary book that deserves the Best Courage Award, wastes ink on the paper and color on the cover, talks about an incomprehensible lecture given by a then-authoritative author in school, and talks about Both of them would laugh aloud when they went to the increasingly difficult business of second-hand bookstalls, but felt that their hearts were often hurt by the kind of laughter that did not represent happiness.

In the end, he was the first to bring up the entrance exam that was in front of him. Meizhen, how do you plan to fill in your volunteer application?I mean choosing a school, he pretended to be relaxed. But she frowned slightly. You know it, Li Nansen.She pondered for a while, and said in a low voice, slowly: A family relies on running a second-hand bookstore for a living. My father is old and recently fell ill. Although he has been asking me to take the entrance exam, I am really confused. , Think about it, it's annoying, don't think about it, it won't work. You always have to read books. At our age, he said: You know that you will pass the exam. If you drop out of school and stay at home, what can you do?

She raised her head to look at the cloudy glow on the skyline, and then lowered her head to look at the lotus leaves in the pond, and said with a sigh: I’m not talking nonsense, really, I really want to leave Taipei far away and miss the East China Sea on Mount Dadu!Although private schools are more expensive, there are many places for work-study there. In the future, if I work harder and work harder, it won't go to waste, will it? Why do you prefer Donghai?He said: I would like to hear your opinion. This time, Meizhen's brows slightly relaxed: Someone told me that the students there can whistle freely while walking on the road.Some people also told me some other things, such as Menggu, Didigong, and Mingniao. You won't laugh at my weird ideas, will you?I think that when a person enters a university, besides studying, he should also think about his feelings. Donghai will feel that way.How interesting it is to recognize flowers, trees, and rocks.

What about the department?How do you plan to choose the department?He said: I guess you will still choose the Department of Chinese Literature, it is convenient to open a second-hand bookstore. No, I will choose the Department of Sociology. Sociology Department? Yes, she said seriously: I have thought about this question, because I like literature, I want to choose the Department of Sociology.If you don't make this society clear and see it thoroughly, where will you write articles in the future?Just talk about love under the coconut tree, talk about love in the movie theater, is it considered that you have handed in the paper?

What words are worth pondering!It was indeed said by Meizhen. He thought seriously, that he should also choose the Department of Sociology, and he should sit in part of the history class. Okay, he stood up at last, held his chest out and clenched his fists: We have decided in this way, just fill in one wish, to read the East China Sea where you can whistle, read Dream Valley, Read Land God, read Crowing Bird, read the whole The seated Dadu Mountain and our own dreams. correct.She said: It is a course other than the book, and it is also a compulsory subject, which is counted as credits! Young people are always so easily infected by emotions. When they talk about dreams, they quickly become excited, and their faces are full of vivid and happy brilliance.That night, he went back to prepare his homework with peace of mind and waited for the entrance exam. He had carefully imagined the future, how he and Meizhen would be together in the future, how to learn from each other, study academically intensively, and spend the four years together in Dadu Mountain. years of years But, that was just a broken dream! Since getting acquainted with Meizhen, the two got along so congenially, admiring each other, respecting each other, scenes after scenes emerged like shadows and pictures in the strange twilight in front of them, because now that they are parted from Meizhen, this pure friendship , making Nansen cherish it even more. She failed to take the entrance exam as she wished, because on the eve of the entrance exam, her old father, the old owner of the old book store, passed away.He didn't dare to imagine what kind of pain and sadness Meizhen felt in her heart?She is the eldest daughter of that family. After her father died, the burden of taking care of the store and supporting the whole family's livelihood had to be borne on her shoulders alone. Of course, she had to drop out of school, that is to say: the gate of university was already in her hands. Eyes closed.Even though she herself has no complaints, bravely bears the bad luck that traps her, but Nansen has to feel wronged for her, unwilling for her, and share the unshakable pain for her. The birds returning to their nests chattered, flitting across the gray-purple sky, and groups of newly arrived students wandered on every red dirt road and stone road. Their joy and joy All the joy and joy of a young bird flying out of the nest for the first time, but he did not move, his shadow on the rocks in the middle of the dry river has faded to nothing. The dark shadows of layers of trees fell into his heart, and he seemed to be able to hear the sound of wheels rolling south. Last night, the scene of saying goodbye to Meizhen was still as shrill as the sound of wheels, and it hurt his heart. heart. On a rainy night, he found the short alley of Meizhen's house. The dim light in the porch illuminated the deserted white stickers, and the bookstore was closed. In the night rain, it looked extremely dilapidated and shabby.He had prepared some words of consolation, but as soon as he approached the slightly crooked and difficult house, his heart became confused like a loose ball of thread. He tapped lightly on the half-covered door, and it was Meizhen who answered the door. The raindrops hit the incomplete iron corridor, making a thumping noise. The corridor shadow blocked the door, and the room was dark. The outline of his face was just a blur of white, and the blurred eyebrows could not be distinguished. Is it Nansen?It was she who spoke first, and she said, "It's so late, and I ran here against the heavy rain, so let's go into the house and give birth." He shook his head and said loudly: I'm going to Dongbao tomorrow, so no need.I'm just here to visit you, so it's farewell. The eaves dripped into his collar, bit by bit cold, and the noise of the rain made him have to open his throat to speak.And what he said was not what he wanted to say, even if it took a whole night, he couldn't tell her the chaotic words in his heart one by one. Take a break, Nansen.She said: I wish you all the best. Thank you, Meizhen, I still have to pack my luggage, I have to go back now, goodbye. goodbye don't forget to write He turned his head quickly, as if he was reluctant to cut something, and ran away from the short alley, turned back at the entrance of the alley, the door was closed, in the dark night, the cold lights outlined a row of irregular eaves, Press Meizhen lock there!Then there is Mount Dadu, this stone bridge, this dry stream, this dusk supported by many trees, such a spacious sky and land, why, why can't it accommodate one more Meizhen who could have obtained a high score in the exam? The evening wind blew, blowing his slightly disheveled short hair. Li Nansen stood up from the stone bridge and walked towards Suhe; dusk was over, a kind of night air unique to the mountains, like fog, came from the end of the grassland , from the deep woods, from those drunken red dirt roads, gently and slowly floating up, surrounding and supporting people, the soft white mist gradually covered the vast campus, kissing Everything seemed tender to the girl strolling the boulevard. The blue street lamps, like streaks of misty frost, illuminate the first night in the mountains of Dadu.If Meizhen were here, how would she feel?Isn't it also like a group of girls who are like colorful butterflies shuttling through the forest, laughing and talking so much?The youth unfolding at the beginning, the turbulent life, each hides abundant emotions, loves and hates, studies and dreams, and the eagerness to step into the school gate will be promoted and soared by the beauty revealed here, who said Isn't this the raw power of the young generation in China in the future? Even if Meizhen fails to fulfill her wish, a small setback will not overwhelm her, she is not an ordinary weak girl.How about yourself?I can't just get seriously depressed just because of this, I should open my heart carefree and carefree, choosing to study sociology is the goal that Meizhen and I have identified together, so let's start sharply like this! Keep your character up!bite.With such a change in Nansen's mind, his chest straightened up. His shadow of the sun, passing through the misty and rippling forest shade, was like a bright and dancing star, with an instinctive, young and wild look. The light covered his smooth shoulders. Nansen's shadow was fiddled with by the street lamps, shortening for a while, and lengthening for a while.Now, he climbed the stairs to the bedroom.Although he was assigned to room 204 upstairs in the freshman dormitory, he hadn't seen the other three roommates in the same dormitory. Who knows who those three guys are?He grunted in his throat. This is very important, and he has also thought about it. If someone who likes to get up early meets someone who likes to go to bed late, someone who likes to be quiet meets someone who likes to be noisy, and someone who has bronchitis and asthma meets someone who smokes heavily. When an insomniac meets a poor snorer, there will be an awkward situation of incompatibility, making each other like entering Avici Hell. If this is the case, then it will be miserable! He pushed open the door lightly, and with another bang, he pushed the dark Donghai to the outside. Then with a nonchalant smile, he turned to face the three in the same room.A tall, thin guy who looks like a front row volleyball player, lying in a chair, rocking rhythmically, smoking a cigarette very experienced.The other head leaned against the horizontal board at the head of the bed, put his feet high on the bed rails, arched his back, pinched his feet through socks, he was not tall, but as thick as a weightlifter , his complexion was dark, as if he had been cut out by an axe, with many angles and angles, and although his beard had just been shaved, it was still stubbornly green in circles, which seemed to be an endless wildfire.The third one hid in a corner, looking at a book in a foreign language very seriously, his appearance was very delicate and handsome, but not chic at all. Li Nansen leaned on the back of the door, the three raised their heads at the same time, and each glanced at him with different expressions, but none of them spoke. The eyes were neither indifferent nor enthusiastic. This dormitory should be a small society , The small society that the big society subdivided into was the first problem Donghai gave him. He knew that most of the dormitory assignments in Dongda University were based on the principle of the same year and the same department. These three must be accomplices?He didn't know why, but also fell into an unnatural silence, staring at the cigarette in the tall man's hand, and looking at the big green leaves of the eucalyptus tree outside the window, thinking: I don't know where I got it from?The backgrounds, personalities, and moods are different, and the unfamiliar faces without the slightest basis for communication are really a bit like meeting on a desert island, eager to hold hands but afraid that the other party will not reach out! My name is Li Nansen, I came from Taipei City, studying sociology.He finally broke the silence and said: Chaohou, we are friends now. My name is Gao Yuan, and I like to be called Lao Gao by others. Lao Gao is still rocking the chair that is obviously not a rocking chair, connecting the cigarette butt in his hand to another cigarette and saying: We are from the same town, I am from the High School Attached to Normal University, choose a foreign language . Su Yixiong.Some fried dough sticks lying on the bed may use that meaning to cover up their embarrassment: My old habit is to like to pinch my feet, but I just want to make sure it doesn't stink. It's okay, I have a stuffy nose.Nansen said. The three who opened their mouths all burst into laughter in an instant.Only the one who didn't speak, only drew a light and elegant arc on his lips. He Liangtang.He introduced himself softly and said: He is from Chiayi. Maybe it's a foreign language?I guess so.Nansen dragged an empty chair, put his elbows on the back of the chair, and sat upside down in a horseback riding position. He rested his chin on the back of his hand and said, "I think we should get acquainted with each other backwards. How about tonight?" Just get acquainted.Lao He, are you in a mood? He Liangtang smiled shyly and said nothing. Lao Gao was smoking and exhaling smoke rings, while saying: If you can't be emotional, it should be a mental suicide. When you don't understand your knowledge, opinions, thoughts, all chaotic may not be right. It's a fool to be emotional. Don't mind, Brother He, I don't mean to say you. It's best to be like me, if there's anything unsatisfactory, just rub your feet and let it go!Su Yixiong said: I am an optimist, so I live a very enjoyable life. When he said this, even the last bit of strange feeling was completely melted away by the laughter, and the faces of the four people all came alive, adding warmth to the unfettered dormitory that was originally deserted.Nansen directly realized that this small society is now active. Seriously, I was the first to report.He said: But, I was in a mood all day, because a female classmate failed to enter the East China Sea, I really wanted to complain. Let it go.Lao Gao said: lest you feel bored in your heart, you will suffer from insomnia. So, Nansen told the matter of Meizhen frankly, and insisted on saying: If that girl came to Donghai, she would light a lamp in everyone's heart, but it's a pity that she can only guard the dark second-hand bookstore. The matter was very touching, and Lao Gao made a well-reasoned accusation with a rather insightful air: But this is your personal and unilateral point of view after all.In fact, it is not a tragedy not to go to college and still be able to compete. It is not a tragedy. After going to college, fishing in troubled waters for four years, and then relying on my own money to go abroad to fool around with a diploma and come back to scare people, that is a tragedy.You make the mistake of appealing to emotion at this point, and for us, determined to come in the dark, why rely on her lamp? certainly.But you have to know, I was just complaining purely emotionally, it's harmless, isn't it? right!Lao Su slapped his thigh and said: Only when there is complaints can there be momentum, and only when there is momentum can there be vitality. Like a locomotive like its mother, running forward with a bang, you are eligible to study the Department of Sociology.If you don't get ahead in everything, shrink in the turtle shell, and finish the sociology department, and the society is still the society, and you are still you, then what is the idea of ​​the book?If you wipe your ass with a diploma, you will get hemorrhoids. I think that in the wave of diplomaism, a diploma means nothing!Is there no scientific basis for long hemorrhoids by sticking the blockage on the anus? Well, you are anti-academic, Nansen said with a smile: Then why did you come to Donghai to rub your feet? Who is against the academy?I just silence it, uh, silence it, but I have to solemnly declare: Donghai is an exception. Fuck you, why is Donghai an exception? Hehe, Old Su's eyes rolled mysteriously: because I am in the East China Sea!The optimist has always been the hairpin on the old lady's head.When he couldn't comment, he added: including the anus. power!Nansen gave a thumbs up and said: This is motivation!In middle school, the dean of students who wore presbyopic glasses allowed everything. Xu read books and became nearsighted. Xu represented the school team from homework. Come up with evidence, quick!Old Su's slap couldn't get past his thigh again, and he slapped three times in a row. His expression was like the gavel that the judge waved in his hand when he asked the case: "Come out real evidence, and we will be a judge in the future." When he was a real social reformer, he immediately appealed to the education authorities to double his pension and invite this presbyopic man to go home and take his grandson home, instead of staying in school and not teaching him. evidence?Too much!Nansen said: Once, I was walking on campus and whistling. My presbyopia listened and beckoned me to go over. I stood at attention to report and asked: What did the director want me for?He said: Go, go back to your classroom and get a piece of chalk.I brought the chalk, you know what he wants from me?He asked me to draw a circle on the concrete floor, and asked me to stand there with straight legs and straight feet, as if there were ten years of trees, and a hundred years of determination to cultivate people. He treated me like a tree and planted it hard! That's right, Lao Gao interjected: That old gentleman must be a retro-styler who clings to tradition and refuses to melt.I think back then, Jiang Ziya had stood inside it, even a high school student like you, it's nothing to worry about! But I protested at the time: Are you afraid you didn’t understand?I didn't pick flowers and climb trees, I just whistled, he said: I just punished you for whistling, and you didn't tell yourself.I smiled bitterly and said: You know, what I play is not pop songs, but Tchaikovsky's tunes.Guess what he said?He said: I don't care about dead or alive, even if Beethoven goes to this school, I don't allow him to whistle! A school that kills geniuses, Lao Su said: And it uses slow knives. Perhaps you were unlucky enough to encounter such a monster.Lao Gao said: Our school has never been like this, I think it should be an isolated phenomenon.Maybe the presbyopia is mentally abnormal, for example, I hate music or something. Oh God knows!Nansen shrugged his shoulders, put on a helpless look and said: You said he hates music?One day, I was passing by the door of a karaoke hall in the second section of Wuchang Street, and I walked through a long queue that stretched across the road. I bumped into a person with my elbow. It was the presbyopic dean. He deliberately turned his face away, he was there to squeeze tickets, he has a big appetite for my sister, I love you, and under the cherry tree!Just like him, if Beethoven was our classmate, he would also practice his leg strength in the chalk circle on the concrete floor.That time, I stood there for an hour, which prevented me from playing Tchaikovsky's tune for a year. Tsk tsk, He Liangtang, who had been silent all this time, spoke: This is simply a crime, if it were me, I would definitely not be able to bear it! If you can't stand it, you can transfer to another school, but you must not commit suicide by jumping into the river.Old Su said: In the past few years, Japanese young people committed suicide by jumping into the river. Why?Nansen said. Because, because Lao Su rubbed his feet and said: Most introverted people can't think about it and don't understand the beauty of humor.According to the results of the joint field investigation by psychologists and sociologists, a conclusion was made that they could not sleep and complained that the bed was crooked. They blamed the color of the bridge body for being black. On the one hand, it is easy to make people feel depressed and hopeless. Well, black is originally a symbol of death, as if young people in their era were all thin glass bottles that would shatter when touched. I can't believe that young people are so brittle these days!Nansen demurred. Don't worry, I have more to say.Lao Su said: I believe that although our young people also have difficulties, they are not so fragile that the Japanese authorities quickly changed the bridge to orange and green. Hehe, Nansen said: Then, there will be more people falling in love! There are also many mental suicides! Do you have any comments?Lao He.Nansen said: You have a lot of willow trees in Chiayi, don't you get emotional about love?He turned his head to He Liangtang, hoping to hear his voice, but the other party shook his head, still refusing to say anything, a trace of shy blush dyed his face bright again. Which one do you like?Nansen said. music.Occasionally play tennis. God, Nansen looked at him: You don't look like a tennis player at all. You got it all wrong, Lao Gao threw the second cigarette butt and said: He won the runner-up in the soft tennis competition in six counties and cities in the south, and he comes from a sports family. Music and tennis were all very sour. Old Su began to beat his thighs and feet that hurt from his own slap just now. It was really enough for him to entertain himself. So what do you like? Puff dense silk. Forget it, Lao Gao said: We are freshmen, too immature, spend money, and be filial sons. If the bubble collapses, you will have to commit mental suicide again, which is not worthwhile. Hey, the more this kind of mental suicide, the better.Old Su said. The laughter of the four people combined again and swayed outward in room 204.The warm and cool summer night in the mountains of Dadu is very strange and friendly. There is a free and cheerful atmosphere that I have never felt before, which makes people feel a little excited.Nansen thought that this might be the feeling Meizhen was referring to, but now he realized that feeling can really be read. Through the glass window of the dormitory, many bright stars are dotted in the night sky. This 150-hectare campus is enough for everyone to write their ideal dream pictures in the days to come.They were chatting lively, even a little nonsense, which did not represent their immature cognition, but a symbol of their inner joy and burning youthful passion There is a legend about the singing bird, but Lao Gao first mentioned it. It is said that there is a kind of mysterious bird on Dadu Mountain. Before dawn, they sing in the acacia forest. Their singing is more beautiful than that of the yellow warbler. Nonsense, Lao Su first objected: I have never heard of this kind of bird, even the name is a bit weird, and at the same time, the name of the singing bird is illogical in itself, even sparrows are singing. It's just a bird, that's what it's called.Lao Gao said: You don't know how to talk about logic with that kind of bird? That's not going to happen.Old Su said: I would rather sleep in. Has anyone seen that bird?Nansen asked enthusiastically: I heard about it earlier, but I really can't believe it. Why is there such a bird only in the forests of Mount Dadu? Who has seen it come?Lao Gao spread his hands and said: I'm afraid no one really saw it.According to legend, this kind of bird only crows once before dawn, and they always hide in deep and dense forests. If you want to ask, you should ask Lao Donghai, there is always someone who knows more than me. Don't ask those guys who read at night and snooze in the morning, Lao Su grinned and said: When you meet someone like me, hey, it's five o'clock, and the sleep is the sweetest. I'm afraid a twenty-one-gun salute won't wake me up.Asking those people is tantamount to asking in vain. I really don't understand, He Liangtang yawned and said: Why are you so interested in discussing birds? Don't understand?Lao Gao leisurely shook his chair: Let me tell you, Nie Hualing said: In the East China Sea, the singing of birds before dawn on Mount Dadu should be counted as two credits. I am done!Old Su said: I can't graduate.They can't sing in my dreams anyway. It can be sung into Ye Shan's poems, why can't it be sung into your dreams?Don't worry, bro, just wait slowly. But you know, an optimist rarely dreams.That old guy, Duke Zhou, always turns his back on me. It doesn't matter, Nansen said: Fortunately, there is a dream valley here. People who don't usually dream, watch the night there, watch the stones and fire there for a night, and there will be dreams without dreams Young people are always like this, as long as they get rid of the overly serious restraint, they will have too many words springing from their hearts, whether it is happy, sad, longing, or retrospective, they are all full of bright Wisdom is full of childish sincerity. Life unfolds like this, and it has many directions. All youthful hearts are like blindly rolling horseshoes. I don't know what kind of force majeure drives them to run towards the future.They run out from here and there, relying on their surging vitality, they will seek higher wisdom and more mature cognition to control themselves, return to literature, return to new history, return to the society that has yet to be built, and return to The vaster fields, agriculture and forests are returning to the ranks of all revivals. What kind of power can stop this kind of youthful heart from galloping? Nansen was lying on the bed, the lights were turned off, and the stars were shining brightly in his eyes. His chaotic thoughts carried his soul and also carried his dreams, sailing, sailing, more magnificent than the fleet of the eunuch Sanbao , more ambitious than the Mayflower.But there are also some that are small and soft, as soft as green grass, small enough to be worn in girls' printed handkerchiefs, but they are always beautiful. In the East China Sea, on the first night when he first came, he dreamed of Meizhen. . He really dreamed of her, smiling against the dark background.