Sitting in the chair for less than half an hour, Huai Shi got drunk and thumped onto the table.
He fell into a deep sleep.
Then, he had a dream.
In the dream, there was a distant and melodious cello sound.
It seemed like he was back to his childhood when he and other children frolicked in the courtyard, chasing and roughhousing. When he turned his head, he saw the teacher leaning against the door smiling, waving to them.
She took out a handkerchief to wipe the snot and stains off Huai Shi's face.
The afternoon sunlight sprinkled on the teacher's long hair, casting a fleeting golden glow. It softened and blurred her smile.
Huai Shi couldn't see her face clearly. All his attention was on the girl sitting alone in the piano room behind the teacher. His cheeks reddened.
The teacher bent down, pinched his face, and asked something.
So he lifted his head, puffed up his chest, and replied loudly,
"I... I want to be friends with Little Qing Jiejie!"
The teacher then laughed aloud.
