Later, he couldn’t rember it anymore; he just stubbornly pushed everything to the back of his mind, even beginning to hate her for leaving without a word, and for so many years of silence.
All those contact details were like aningless strings of numbers.
The door across the hall was never opened again, gathering dust and cobwebs.
Everything seed to be sealed away like it was forgotten.
They rarely talked about her, and even when occasionally brought up, Hayes Edwards never joined the conversation. Despite growing up together as childhood friends for twelve years, they ended up as the most unfamiliar people.
Not even willing to say a word more.
When he went to college, Hayes Edwards enrolled in a university in the neighboring province, only coming back briefly during the winter and sumr breaks each year.
In the sumr of his freshman year, Hayes Edwards was noticed by a talent scout who wanted to sign him up for a talent show that was in the works.
Back then, talent shows were just conceptual and not well regarded. There were few similar programs before, so many large entertainnt companies didn’t take them seriously, which provided small companies an opportunity.
Originally thinking "just for fun," Hayes didn’t know why he ended up declining when he spoke.
The talent scout didn’t give up, leaving his business card and asking him to think it over.
After all, with Hayes Edwards’ looks and height, he was in no way inferior to the current trending idols in the industry; just standing on stage, he’d already won.
Hayes took the card without much thought and soon forgot about it.
During the sumr, especially in July and August, when the weather was at its hottest, Hayes had just gotten back when he received an invitation to a reunion from his forr high school classmates.
Only a year after graduation, everyone wasn’t too distanced yet, and the class chat was quite lively, especially during vacations.
Responsible for contacting Hayes was a basketball team mber who used to have a decent relationship with him.
The guy specifically ntioned, "You missed the last reunion, this ti no matter what you have to co. If you refuse again, the girls in our class will undoubtedly eat alive."
Back in kindergarten, Hayes was nicknad the "campus prince," and since then, from elentary to college, as long as he was there, the title of "school prince" never went to anyone else.
When the ssage was sent, Hayes was changing clothes. He saw it and casually replied, "Got it."
After replying, he went straight into the bathroom.
By the ti he ca out, his phone had received over a dozen ssages.
——What does "Got it" an?
——Are you coming or not, old man?
——I don’t care, I’m sending you the ti and place.
——Haven’t seen you in a year, don’t you miss any of us old classmates?
——By the way, soone asked to ask, are you still single?
Hayes sat by the bed, drying his hair with a towel in one hand and responding with, "If I’m free that day, I’ll co."
He only replied to that one ssage, choosing to ignore all the other questions.
The other side responded with an "OK."
Outside the window, the glaring and hot golden sunlight stread through the glass onto the desk. Stacked against the wall were boxes of toys, showing signs of long disuse; so toys had even faded and yellowed slightly.
Hayes changed into a comfortable, loose T-shirt, reached for the jumbled Rubik’s cube on the desk, twisted it randomly and restored it in a few moves, then tossed it into a box nearby.
Feeling inexplicably irritable.
After dinner, Hayes brought it up.
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