It was a winter after class many years ago. The smell of sea salt wafted from the depths of the sea and swept the vast campus. The wind is like condensation, melancholy and cold. On a rainy day in Mao Mao, the gray, cold and continuous rain gently hits your coat. You didn't bring an umbrella. You came out of the classroom alone and walked without a soul. You frown and your eyes are full of solemn sadness. When Lu and I saw that you looked wrong, we followed you not far or near. Silently, without saying a word, just follow you.
From the East Building to the West Dining Hall, there are three dormitory buildings and Wuli Road. The periphery of the building is full of trees and bare branches, which makes it particularly lonely in this winter. You walked with heavy steps alone, and we followed you, as if after a century, we finally went to the canteen with you. I entered the canteen with dull eyes and reddish eyes. You stumbled and sat casually at a table.
On a cold day, Lu and I shivered and stood quietly beside you. Looking at you, the air is trembling in the silence, giving off a strange chill. It's cold and snowy. When Lu ran to the bibimbap window to order casserole rice, he gave you a distant look and ordered one for you. When the bibimbap that just came out of the pot came to you, it was steaming and bubbling. The plump rice grains are covered with white soft Chinese cabbage, the brown fresh mushrooms are delicious, and the soup is sprinkled with chopped green onion and coriander. It has always been our favorite meal in winter, and you also said that you like bibimbap very much.
The whole canteen is crowded with people. The chatter of eating and chatting was mixed with the sound of stacked plates colliding, and the noise rumbled. Lulu is eating silently across from you. Lulu sometimes looked at each other dumbfounded, and sometimes carefully buried her head to pull two mouthfuls of rice, for fear that a word would arouse your choppy waves. Silence at this time may be the most timely. But you didn't move chopsticks until Lu finished eating. Finally, I can't take it anymore. Lu gently said to you, Meng, you are quick to eat. It's very cold. What is worth it?
You didn't look up, didn't say anything, just hesitated for a moment. Your skin color is usually plain ivory white, but now it has lost its bloody pallor and exudes cold light in the dark winter. You dragged your spoon slowly, as heavy as carrying a heavy stone, and took a bite. As soon as you took the first bite, your dark eyes were filled with tears. The unbearable crystal, such as the dew of violets, instantly tore up the waves in your eyes, like two released torrents, rushing to your cheeks with unbridled madness. You cried while eating, and I don't know when you cried. First, you were depressed, and then you cried, just like roaring in the sea. You cry louder and louder regardless of your image.
At this time, the eyes around us came to us. There are incredible eyes, some shake their heads with a wry smile, some make faces and stick out their tongues with their partners, some smile and blink, and of course there are distressed eyes and inexplicable confusion. . . . Lu and I, watching you silently, didn't stop your sadness or disturb your crying. Maybe crying at this time is the best relief for you. You are still crying and eating, completely ignoring everything around you and your image. Until the last sip, your tears are still surging against the river.
After that bowl of bibimbap, you never ate bibimbap at school until graduation. One day many years later, you quietly wrote down in your diary that casserole rice, who knows that this is the only time in your life that you have finished eating with tears. Just like the silence before, I still didn't speak, just smiled and watched. Fool, I am always by your side, I-your shadow, how can I not know, I know the story in bibimbap, but there is nothing to say.
Those old stories are finally old, and I recall them only because I am moved to have such a self-I am sincere, persistent and regretless.