In 2002, through the glass window of the office room on the 18th floor of the International Building, it was an autumn afternoon with no sun or wind outside. The sky of Changchun is covered with gray heavy and heavy clouds, and at a glance, it looks like a vast forest canopy filled with cartoon-drawn mist. The sky over the city was shrouded in a layer of foggy gases made up of car exhaust fumes and other exhaust fumes, and the hazy sky pressed down on people's heads, and there was no sign of flow.

At this time, the mobile phone on the table rang, and I looked at the call, and it was Linjun calling.

"Hey!"

"How's it going?"

"I'm fine! How are you? Would you like to look out the window at the clouds? Maybe you'll draw more expressively than clouds! ”

"The way you speak is always the same, hehe! I'm coming to you for a drink after work? ”

"No problem, always welcome!"

"See you in the evening!"

"See you in the evening!"

Ever since I was in college, I've had the habit of reading a book while drinking beer. The dormitories were originally quadruple rooms, two of which were in urban areas, and there was very little time spent in the dormitories. Usually you only come to stay for a few days before the exam when you go to the library. The other only came to the dormitory once at the beginning of the semester, and he made a special trip to occupy a bed, and he didn't meet a few times in class, or even in the exams at the end of the semester. According to rumors, he is actually a trainee owner in the family business, busy with the business field, and came here to "study" just to get a university degree. His luggage and textbooks were neatly arranged on the bed, in the same state of 'starting school' when he first moved into the dormitory, with only a blue and white checkered sheet covering it and the dust on it proving his presence. I don't know what means to operate, but he actually got a lot of credits, and it shouldn't be a problem to achieve the goal of "studying"! That's fine, I'm in a good place, the ground is clean, and the things are in order. One night near the end of the first semester of my first year, I was soaking my feet in hot water in my dorm room, drinking a beer I had just bought, and holding Henry Denkel's The Woman Doctor on Trial, which I had bought from the bookstore in the afternoon.

The door of the dormitory suddenly opened, and a boy with long hair came in, and he looked up and saw me, with a hint of embarrassment on his face.

"Sorry, I went to the wrong room."

"You are?" I searched quickly in my memory, I must have seen him, but for a moment I couldn't remember his name.

"I'm an information management major...... Lin Jun ......"

"Yes...... You!" That's when I suddenly remembered.

"Yes!" He replied,

It was him, a figure who had some fame in the school.

"But your department's dormitory is on the third floor!"

"You're right, because I was thinking about something just now, so I ......"

"It's okay!"

That's how we met, in an unexpected way, and before that, we could only be considered to have met in the dormitory, and his fame left an impression on me. I thought he would turn around and take his leave.

"Only you?"

"The two of them are in the city, and the other hasn't seen each other much since the start of the freshman year, so it's almost like me living alone."

"Drinking?" His gaze fell on the few beers on the table that he hadn't had time to open.

"Yes!" I replied.

"Shall I drink it too!?" He was straight to the point!

“OK！” I opened it and handed it to him.

"Am I being too direct? We're not familiar with it, are we? ”

"I should have asked you that, right?" I said with a smile.

"Indeed, like a barbarian, there is always a lack of thought before speaking? Always speak and do things intuitively! Don't you think I'm like Paul Gauguin? ”

His tone was really not small, and it seemed that I needed to put aside my previous impressions and "get to know" him again, I thought to myself.

"It's the French master of painting!" I said.

"That's right!" He said, "I salute him!" ”

I nodded, thinking to myself, it doesn't matter what the title is.

"You know what people drink for? Is it because of joy or displeasure? He asked suddenly.

His mind is full of leaps.

"The purpose of drinking? Drink when you're happy, drink when you're not happy! Maybe that's it. ”

"You have a point, but there's another reason!"

"I want to hear and see!"

"In order to forget what I remembered, in order to remember what I forgot," Lin Jun said after dragging a chair across from me and sitting down, his tone sounding completely like he was talking to an old friend, without the slightest restraint or strangeness because it was the first time he was talking.