【Snow on the Cold River】(Part 5)

Back at school, I couldn't bring myself to approach Yanqiu, and she, as always, deliberately avoided me.
We spent half a year like this, both familiar and unfamiliar. A rather dull six months.
It was springtime, one day in April. An American delegation visited our school. Actually, it was a city
delegation. Because there was no English translator, Yanqiu had to stop our Chinese classes and was conscripted by the city to be a temporary
translator. On the fourth day of the delegation's arrival in our city, the American delegation leader, Mr. Olmert, suddenly proposed to visit our school
. Later, we learned that Mr. Olmert was born in our city, back in the Republican era.
His father, as a pastor of the American Evangelical Fellowship, established the first church in our city. He was born in that old
church.
Oh, I forgot to mention, that church is now our school's auditorium.
On the day the delegation arrived, as expected, the school arranged for student representatives to receive them. I originally thought I wouldn't be
involved; I wasn't a key student, nor was I a student council member. But the day before,
when our homeroom teacher notified us to organize student representatives, I was the first name called.
That day at our school, Mr. Olmert was very well received. The secret was that someone
had left a diary in my desk beforehand, detailing Mr. Olmert's visit to our auditorium
. I then gave him a full account in English. So, that day, when this chubby American man was leaving
, he didn't say a word to anyone, but just held my hand and Yanqiu's hand, nodding repeatedly with teary eyes.
Later, I heard that our city and Finnes, Arizona, where Mr. Olmert lived, became sister
cities!
Then, less than a month after the American delegation left, Yanqiu was transferred to the city government secretariat.
I, however, remained calm and focused on being a student at school. As for my relationship with Yanqiu,
it didn't deepen because of that pleasant collaboration. We seemed to be walking on
parallel tracks, further diverging because of his job transfer. For a fleeting moment,
I even thought that his teaching over the past year had been nothing but a figment of my imagination, or perhaps a beautiful dream.
It seemed so unreal, even somewhat ridiculous!
Wasn't it? I know we're in the same city now, yet he's never once taken the initiative to visit me!

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