[First Encounter]

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He suddenly burst in, as fast as the wind, while I, like someone who hadn't closed the door, sat there waiting.

My Sony Ericsson phone, which I'd had for so long, was overheating from text messages for the first time. Sony Ericsson, Sony Ericsson, my beloved… Ah, that's probably a major reason why I've always been so fond of this brand of phone.

He said, "Let's play a game."

Hmm?

For our first meeting, we'll meet at a teahouse or coffee shop. I want to see if you can find me in the crowd. If you do, we can sit down and chat; if you don't, then we just disappear…

What an unfair game! He knows me, he's seen all my photos, while I know nothing about him.

So I asked him to give me a hint about my age and approximate build. Otherwise, we'd definitely miss each other. I didn't want us to have that perfect understanding through text messages, only to miss each other the moment we met.

He gave me two numbers: 170, 170.

Then, quite casually, he added, "Maybe I'll surprise you when we meet."

These aren't exactly appealing numbers... After seeing them, I kept comparing him to people around me. 170cm tall... not tall, but compared to me, and because it's him and not someone else, it's negligible; 170kg... matching his height, if he's a bit muscular, he shouldn't be too cumbersome... Ha, why care so much about appearance when accepting someone? Or maybe I'm just bored and scared off by these numbers... I don't know, I don't know, I don't know... Before meeting him, let's experience the unknown beauty of getting closer in spirit. Perhaps meeting him will reveal the truest side of my judgment of people.

I used to pride myself on not judging people by their appearance; I judge men by their character... Is that really true?

He said: You can't choose a quiet teahouse or coffee shop where there are only two or three people when you walk in, two of whom are women... If that's the case, I'll go in first to check the environment, and if there aren't enough people, I'll hire people to fill the space and distract you...

Ha, that's why I'm looking forward to meeting him.

The meeting wasn't far off; a week after we'd been in close contact by phone, he arrived. Although he didn't come specifically for me, it was still very touching that such a busy "frequent flyer" would make a brief stop for me.

I went to pick him up at the airport.

At the exit, I nervously scanned every "fat guy," trying to find a familiar feeling in him or his eyes… I saw one, around 173cm, disproportionately fat, too dark-skinned, his demeanor didn't match, ignoring my presence… No, that wasn't him, I breathed a sigh of relief; another, under 170cm, fair-skinned, but his shirt was too flashy, probably not him, another sigh of relief; Wow! This fat guy is so tall… Was he actually taller than 170cm when he said he'd surprise me? This guy is also quite well-proportioned, rather robust… He doesn't look at me, staring at him but not at me, probably not faking it… "Show! Show!" Hearing this, I couldn't find a single 170cm "fat guy" in the crowd, and wondered if I'd misheard, when a refined-looking man leaned in to look at me, smiling.

Oh, I snapped back to reality, thinking about the numbers 170, 170… Oh dear, what a liar!

“What? Disappointed?”

I could only smile and lower my head, following him.

There was a long silence on the airport bus.

He handed me his business card, even trying to casually show me his ID… This man was so honest it was touching. So I felt reassured.

The summer night in the ancient city was cool with a gentle breeze.

When I arrived at his room, it was already eleven. He said he had something to take care of and asked me to wait. So I sat alone in the small living room watching TV, yawning constantly, and lay down, really wanting to fall asleep.

Soon he came in and sat on another sofa.

We chatted awkwardly.

It wasn't nearly as intimate as in our text messages.

The distance seemed to have suddenly increased.

This matched his guess… truly a man of inner refinement.

Around midnight, I said goodbye. He stood at the door and watched me walk down the long corridor to the elevator.

The next day, he was busy. The third day, he was leaving, and he didn't even mention meeting up. I felt it would be impolite not to see him off… But he said, "I'm worried I'm not your type…"

Ha…

We didn't meet until very late again.

When I came out of the elevator, his door opened, and the orange light streamed out from behind him, lengthening his shadow. He stood by the door, smiling at me from afar… That look suddenly erased the two days in between, as if I had only turned around that night.

Under his gaze, I almost couldn't walk.

Every time I passed a room, a light would turn on… The clatter of my heels awakened countless lights along the way, instantly illuminating the corridor with even light.

Like a fairy tale.

Like a pair of magical glass slippers.

There were many cigarette butts on the coffee table in the room, but otherwise, nothing had changed.

We sat down and chatted.

This man was meticulous and gentle. Listening to his story, feeling his emotions… I realized how difficult it is to rebuild strength. My heart aches. I want to hug him, to run my fingers through his hair and gently stroke him, to give him a long, long kiss, until I'm too weak to continue… If only he could forget, could smile confidently at the future.

My strength is small, but I don't want to see a man wither away like a plant deprived of sunlight… Although he can dedicate himself to his career, without the warmth of family, he'll easily feel tired and lost.

Though we met by chance, since fate brought us together, we shouldn't let it go to waste.

Saying goodbye again, still in the dead of night.

I hope he can sleep peacefully, like someone drunk.

Although our first meeting didn't go as he planned… perhaps neither of us had the courage to take the risk.

But actually, he has a refined appearance, is meticulous and considerate, and is honest and unguarded.

Our first meeting was the best.

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