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High school classmates fifty years later

Time: 2015-08-29 Source: Original Edit: Without you Read: Times

Today is August 1, the annual animation video game festival. In Wan Chai in the hot summer, a large group of animation fans gathered. I reluctantly sniffed the air mixed with everyone's sweat, and followed the crowd to the destination 往 Convention and Exhibition Center at a slow pace. As for why my 70-year-old woman will participate in the anime festival targeted at young people in the hot weather? Hey! Nothing, I just want to meet an old friend who hasn't met for many years, and arrange a surprise for him by the way Meet again!

In my messenger bag were a few manuscripts of novels and some stationery, as well as a comic book that I accidentally saw when I was visiting a bookstore a few months ago. When I saw the familiar name printed on the back of the book, my mind filled with a lot of youthful memories, and then pulled it out of the bookshelf with a confirmed mindset. Several beautiful comic characters were painted on the cover with the title of the book, and the style was very familiar. When I saw that it was published by a local publisher, I knew who the author was.

His name is Yun Xing, and he was a good friend in my middle school. With him there is always a lot of anime topics to talk about for a long time. Yun Xing has been painting since a long time ago. The cartoons he paints are very detailed and gorgeous, and the characters' body proportions and facial features are also very straightforward. Unlike me, I always draw them crooked. He wanted to be a cartoonist, and I was determined to be a writer. Before graduation, we often get together to talk and encourage each other. But since graduating from high school, they have never met again. Just cheer on each other via facebook. Five years after graduating from college, I successfully published a novel of my own, and officially started my life as a writer. I also worked hard for my manuscript in front of my computer every day. I lost time on Facebook and gradually didn't contact him again.

"Okay, you're done!" Looking at the comic whose cover was "processed" by myself, I can't help but admire my good idea, I'm looking forward to seeing his surprised expression! "I haven't seen you for decades, I don't know how you have changed What about people? "I mumbled softly, walking to the line of Nakamura Izaki Autograph Party with the" Processed "comic.

Finally it was my turn to sign. I handed the comic to Nakamura Izaki, and posted a note on the cover: "I haven't seen you in a long time, Nakamura. I can meet in the cosplay area after the autograph session and talk. A few days? Frost Moon characters "

When he saw the note, he froze, then looked up at me. "Yo, I haven't seen you for a long time!" I smiled softly. He seemed to recognize me, smiled at me, and tore off the note, signed a big name on the cover. After I signed the name, I strolled around casually, and then went to the agreed place to wait for Yunxing's signature meeting to be completed.

"One heart." A familiar voice came from behind me, and I turned around to see that Yunxing came. His slender face faded the old childishness, added maturity and wrinkles! The hair also became white, more serious than the situation on my head; dark circles and bags under the eyes were thick under the heavy glasses The faintness makes him look more embarrassed. It seems that he stays up late is worse than me!

"Speaking of the note just now, did you see where it was that I was?" I could not help but ask tentatively. "Oh, that's because the name" Nakamura-kun "is only used by you, and I remember" Shuangyue Aya "is your pen name!" He replied with a smile. "It seems we have reached a point where we like Japan, and we have to pretend to be Japanese even when we change our pseudonym!" I also laughed.

Then we talked about East and West, talked about the previous interesting things, and talked about each other's recent situation. He is not married just like me, but the "children" are already a lot, and all of them have grown up well, many are welcome and very cute.

When we chatted happily, I received a call from the editor to urge me to submit a manuscript, which means that I am going back to work. With reluctance, I said goodbye to this old friend who had just seen him not long. "Be careful of your body, Yunxing. Staying up too late is unhealthy!" I said gently. "Ah? How do you know?" Yunxing asked with wide eyes. As I looked at his appearance, I replied angrily: "I always stay up late before the deadline, and it's not as serious as you ... Really, there should be a limit to sleeping and eating?" He didn't say anything, but Smiled awkwardly.

I turned and left. After taking a few steps, I suddenly remembered an agreement fifty years ago and couldn't help smiling. Looking back at him behind him, he walked a few steps and looked at him like me, with a gratifying and content smile on his face. It seems that he did not forget the agreement like me ...

"Now, let's make an agreement, OK?" The girl from fifty years ago reached out and seemed to want to shake hands with the teenager in front of her. "We try our best to chase our dreams, and you continue to practice your painting skills. I continue to hone my writing and work together on the road to my dream! "

"Well, it's a word." The teenager shook her hand and agreed with a smile. When I met an old friend I hadn't seen in fifty years, I realized that he was still the same as before, and still kept the naive promise. Seeing him like this, I felt very warm and worried.

It turns out that it's not just me who hasn't changed; it turns out that I didn't fight alone in those struggles, great!

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