Stars Fall Into The Sea, Love Never Fades Chapter 40

Chapter 40: The glimmer of light enters the dream and the rebirth of bonds

The wind of boundless time and space, carrying the fragrance of white roses, occasionally passes through the dreams of the world.

In the freshman dormitory of City University, the boy turned over and brushed his fingertips against the picture album on his pillow – on the cover was a reproduction of “Stars Falling Over the Horizon”, which was a souvenir given by the memorial hall when he entered school.In the dream, the sunset was soaked in the salty sea breeze, and a figure in a white sweater smiled at him. His voice was as gentle as cotton soaked in water, and he repeatedly called a name: “Azhi…”

When the boy woke up with a start, his pillow towel was wet.The camphor leaves outside the window were sifted into pieces of silver by the moonlight. He touched the hot corners of his eyes and felt his heart beating extremely heavy.His name is Zhi, and his name was given by his grandfather. Grandpa always said that there was a destiny hidden in his life that he had been waiting for for a long time.

During the art elective course on the first day of school, I was walking to the classroom holding my drawing board when I bumped into someone around the corner.Painting supplies were scattered on the floor, and a paintbrush engraved with tiny stars rolled to the other party’s feet.

“Sorry, sorry!” The other party hurriedly bent down to help pick it up, his voice as clear and smooth as the melting snow in early spring.

Zhi raised his head and met a pair of smiling eyes.The boy was wearing a light gray sweatshirt, carrying a half-used drawing board, and his curved eyebrows overlapped with the figure in the white sweater in the dream.The wind picked up the corners of the young man’s clothes, carrying a faint scent of pine wood, and Zhi’s breath suddenly stagnated.

“My name is Qi, from the art department.” The young man handed him the brush, and his fingertips inadvertently brushed the back of his hand, running through it like an electric current.

Zhi gripped the brush tightly, his throat tightened, and the name he blurted out was trembling without even realizing it: “Ah… Zhi. My name is Zhi.”

Qi was stunned for a moment, then smiled: “What a coincidence, the name sounds very suitable.”

In the elective class that day, Zhi sat next to Qi.The sun shone through the window and fell on the side of Qi’s face. He lowered his head to mix the paint, looking too focused.Zhi looked at his side face, and suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart – it seemed that he had seen this person countless times many years ago.

After class, Qi invited him to the studio: “I’ve been painting the starry sky on the beach recently. Do you want to join us?”

Zhi nodded and followed him walking under the camphor tree.The wind blows through the branches and leaves, making a rustling sound, which is like the sound of waves in a certain life.He suddenly understood that the fate his grandfather mentioned was not something that could come by waiting, but was engraved in the soul. Going round and round, we would always meet again.