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After four years of arduous college studies, nine students had already dropped out or taken leave, leaving only about thirty. Only about twenty of us had the time to go on the graduation trip – a very small number! After gathering at the airport, we happily boarded our plane to our destination, Penghu. A large group of girls, also seemingly going on their graduation trip, were on the same flight. Upon landing, a vast expanse of lush green grass greeted us, instantly lifting our spirits. To our surprise, the girls on our flight were also from the same travel agency! This meant our itinerary would be exactly the same as theirs for the next few days. Hearing this good news, the whole class was already buzzing with excitement. On the first day, after leaving the airport, we took a tour bus directly to the port. A huge crowd of tourists was queuing to buy tickets and wait for the boat. I thought to myself, "With so many people, I wonder how long we'll have to wait?" The June summer heat was unbearable. But then the tour guide led us directly to the floating dock, where a brand-new white yacht was parked right in front of us, a sight to behold. The tour guide proudly announced, "This will be our transportation for the next two days." He boasted that the boat hadn't been launched long, boasting excellent performance and safety, going on and on like he was introducing a sports car… While others were still queuing to sunbathe, our "Love Boat" had already set sail happily, its horn blaring. Everyone waved enthusiastically goodbye to the people on shore. Just as I turned around, I saw the head of the recreation department already chatting happily with the girls. "Which school are you from?" "We're from X Business School." "That's perfect, we're from X Engineering School." "Wow, it's only a short distance! It's so close! It's a real loss that we didn't organize a social event with you guys before…" He was unanimously recognized by the whole class as the most enthusiastic and helpful class monitor, with good speaking skills and quick work efficiency! Unexpectedly, a large group of classmates were even faster, already starting a petition to have him re-elected. After boarding, the boys were very proactive, chatting with girls they thought were nice. This captain, who used to be either a biker or a city bus driver, started speeding away shortly after leaving the port, the whole ship bouncing on the sea surface, the water droplets stinging our faces. At first, many people chatted and enjoyed the breeze on the deck, but gradually everyone came down to the cabins to avoid the heat. Strangely, after a while, people started coming out again, returning with pale faces. It turned out they were all seasick and vomiting, unable to stand the suffocating air in the cabins. I quickly went up to the deck for some fresh air, and sure enough, I felt much better. Curious, I wanted to see how the ship operated. When I went over, I saw our guide and the captain chatting. Upon closer inspection, I realized the captain was drinking sorghum liquor while steering the ship! "Drunk sailing!" No wonder the boat lurched like a flying fish trying to escape, making half the people feel like they were about to vomit! Actually, I felt like vomiting too, but I felt like I was going to vomit blood. Thinking back to my girlfriend of two years, Mei-jun… she's a very outgoing and beautiful girl. We met at a social gathering, and it was only after my persistent and hard-working pursuit that she agreed to date me. I knew she had other boyfriends before, and we'd been intimate, but everyone has a past, so I didn't dwell on it. After that, aside from studying, I spent almost all my time with her. We had a fairly long and happy period together, and later we became intimate; I lost my virginity to her. Her alluring 35C-26-34 figure always captivated me, and I felt our relationship was quite stable. Two weeks ago, she called me and broke up with me. I admit I neglected her because of final exams. When I pressed her for a reason, she stammered, "I feel like I don't have feelings for you anymore!" She said things like, "I don't send her flowers as often anymore, and I don't drive her out for nighttime drives..." "A guilty conscience needs no accusation," she said. The truth is, someone else was pursuing her, and she probably liked him too! She showed no regrets. We used to ride our scooter together, going up mountains and down to the sea—those sweet times. Whenever she was bored late at night and wanted to go somewhere, no matter how late, I would always be there for her, rain or shine. Even though I often went to class with dark circles under my eyes, dozing off while taking notes, I never complained. Several times I almost rode my scooter onto a telephone pole. Honestly, I felt I had been very good to her. Does being together for a long time mean the initial excitement is gone, and that's the end of the story? I swallowed my anger and begged her to reconsider. We'd been together for two years; could we continue? Without hesitation, she said, "No, I've thought about it for a long time!" It seemed she was truly determined. I could vaguely hear a strange man's voice on her phone. It turned out her old flame hadn't ended, and a new love had already entered her life. Things had come to this point; saying anything more was useless. I'd barely said, "Okay!" when she hung up. From the night we broke up until now, I still can't get over her pragmatism and heartlessness… Lost in thought, my grip on the railing tightened unconsciously until a splash of water on my face brought me back to my senses. Looking around, besides a few people still splashing water on the sea, a girl stood not far ahead of me. She was the only one still on the deck; the other girls had all gone into the cabin. She had long hair, wore a white long-sleeved shirt, blue jeans, and a straw sun hat hanging down her back. Since I could only see her profile, I couldn't make out her face. I studied her with curiosity, wondering what kind of girl she was. A while later, a big wave hit, and the boat rocked violently. She wasn't paying attention and fell backward. Luckily, I wasn't far from her, but I became her punching bag. She grabbed the railing and steadied herself, while I landed flat on my back like a turtle. I thought I heard her laugh. She asked me, embarrassed, if I was alright. I scrambled to my feet, dusted myself off, and wanted to yell at this clumsy girl! But when I looked up and met her face, the words "Hey! Can't you be more careful?!" stuck in my throat, and I ended up asking, "Hey! Are you hurt?" I'm quite impressed with myself; I changed my mind really quickly. She had an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, clear, bright almond-shaped eyes, and a small cherry-like mouth. She looked quite pretty, but her face was expressionless, cold as ice. She said, "No, sorry!" and walked away. Only then did I realize my elbow was a little sore. I looked down and saw I'd bumped into the floor and scraped it, bleeding. What bad luck! I just broke up with my boyfriend and now I'm getting hurt. I definitely have to go to the Tianhou Temple to pray in a few days! First stop: [Tongpan Island], a very small island. The tour guide strongly recommended that we try the local fresh fish soup. Because I was in a bad mood, I just walked around the island along the main road. The island was so small; I finished walking around it in ten minutes! I wandered around with my camera and tripod, taking photos to use as backgrounds in my graduation yearbook. I didn't get back to the boat until very late. Just before boarding, I saw a fish soup vendor secretly slipping money to the tour guide. Wow! These days, even getting a soup requires a commission! No wonder! This godforsaken little island has nothing to offer, and they were kind enough to let us off! From that moment on, I had a terrible impression of the tour guide. Afterwards, I refused to go to any of the places he suggested for good food or fun activities. After boarding, we arrived at our second stop, [Hujing Island]. That damned tour guide again said the local specialties were cheaper there than on the main island, and suggested we buy some. I thought he was talking nonsense! I told some of my close classmates about seeing the tour guide pocket money, and they all felt cheated! We went with some girls to find a good spot for photos, and of course, I was in charge of taking the pictures. I also happen to be one of the editors of the book. Most of the islands in Penghu are made of volcanic basalt, and they look like stacks of black tofu. We walked to the highest point of the island, and I first took a solo photo of each person against the backdrop of the sea and sky, and then we took a group photo. There was a girl in the group who was quite chubby, and we nicknamed her "Strong Girl." She didn't mind at all, and I thought she was quite easy to get along with. She asked me to take a picture of her to make her look prettier and thinner, and I joked, "No problem! Make her look like a mung bean, and you won't be able to see any flaws!" She threatened me: if I made her look like a mung bean, she would pinch my head to be the size of a mung bean! Having just been dumped, I felt that some pretty girls were "beautiful on the outside but wicked on the inside," while less pretty girls were more sincere and easier to get along with. The girl who bumped into me and didn't say much was among them. Based on my years of photography experience, my intuition told me she must have a beautiful smile, but she seemed to have been cursed; she had a poker face the whole time. No matter how good I am, I can't turn a dead fish into a mermaid. Afterwards, we strolled to the embankment and sat there, taking turns introducing ourselves. She said her name was "Liangliang," and her hobbies were reading and listening to music… I think Liangliang in Taiwanese is "Dian Dian," and I'm so right! She really wasn't very talkative. When it was my turn, my nickname was "Aru," not because my head looked like a glutton or my face like braised pork rice, but because I looked younger than my actual age. That's what my classmates called me. My hobbies are photography, reading, and listening to music. Later, I deliberately copied her nickname to see her reaction. She sat with her knees drawn up to her chest, glanced up at me, then lowered her head again, pulling weeds from the ground. It was almost time to gather, so we returned to the boat. Sure enough, some people were carrying large bags of things to buy – I was truly impressed! Today's last stop was [Wang'an].Upon arriving at the island, we immediately rented scooters and played a key-drawing game. However, since there were more boys than girls, I volunteered to leave so everyone could ride one scooter by themselves. It was quite funny; Zhuang Ge gave my classmate A-Zhi a ride because if she sat on the back, the scooter might ride on a single wheel. A-Zhi looked at me innocently, and I couldn't help her! But it looked hilarious, like a baby macaque in a zoo hugging its mother. After arriving at our guesthouse for the night and dropping off our luggage, it was only around 4 PM, and we still had some time before dinner. So, we went out for a bike ride. It doesn't take long to cycle around the island, so there's no need to worry about getting lost, as there's only one main road. The island boasts vast grasslands where cows graze, a tranquil scene that soothes the soul. I cycled to an open area, set up my camera, and prepared to capture the sunset. Sitting on the grass, gazing at the distant sea, it resembled a gradient of yellow and red. Thinking of this view, I recalled the two happy years Mei-jun and I spent together. Yangmingshan, Zhuzihu, Tamsui, Baisha Bay, Keelung Harbor, Jiufen… all bear the marks and silhouettes of our journey. Now, the scenery remains the same, but everything has changed… Sigh… the more I think about it, the more depressed I become. Perhaps it's better not to think about it! The sunsets here are special; the sun is like the bright red yolk inside a mooncake, exceptionally large, much more beautiful than in the city! After dinner, someone suggested a night stroll, and the group set off in a large group. They chose a relatively high open space, formed a circle, chatted, sang, and of course, joined in singing "Grandma's Penghu Bay." Someone even brought a guitar to accompany them, creating a harmonious atmosphere. When they got tired of singing, they lay on the grass gazing at the starry sky. There was no light pollution, and the sky was filled with stars; even the Milky Way was visible. Some people described it as, "The moon here looks like a pizza, and the stars look like meatballs"—they were enormous! Lying next to me were my friends, A-Liang and Xiao-Pang. One of them asked why I seemed unhappy lately. I calmly told them, "Mei-Jun and I broke up." They were surprised and asked, "How could this happen? You two were together for two years!" What could I do? How could I compare to him? He drove up to her at the school gate, gave her a bouquet of flowers, and showered her with sweet words; of course, she went with him! We can only ride a small scooter, going out every now and then, enduring wind, sun, and rain. These days, even watermelons sag on the larger side, let alone her—she's not ugly, no one would want her just because she's not pretty! Little Fatty said, "Damn! I didn't realize she was such a materialistic person. Seriously, you have to be more easygoing!" I'm already pretty easygoing, otherwise I would have jumped into the sea halfway through the boat trip, and I'd still be here talking to you guys. Little Fatty kindly rode out and came back with a few cans of beer. Ah Liang said, "No need to talk too much! Drink up! Drink up!" Although I don't drink, my mood at that moment made me want to take a few big gulps. It tasted bitter, which actually suited my mood. Ah Liang and Little Fatty comforted me with words of comfort. That pretty girl seemed to be sitting not far away, watching our strange men's talk. It was then that I truly felt the friendship between friends. It was late at night, and everyone was planning to go home. I was already too drunk to walk properly, so someone else had to drive me home. The next day, my hangover gave me a terrible headache. Ah Liang and Xiao Pang looked at me with a half-smile and said, "You were quite lucky last night!" I said, "No way!" They said Zhuang Ge drove me home last night, and you were holding him tightly. Oh my god! It must have been that jerk Ah Zhi who grabbed my bike to escape, and then pushed me into this mess while I was out of my mind. Now I'm really in deep trouble. Just then, I saw Zhuang Ge and quickly said to her apologetically, "Thanks for yesterday!" She slapped my shoulder hard, almost dislocating my shoulder, and said, "It's okay! You must be heartbroken, that's normal!" I was still feeling groggy the next morning and eventually fell asleep. The boat then headed back to Magong Island. The next day, after being assigned rooms at the hotel where we were staying, we boarded a tour bus to go surfing. Everyone applied a thick layer of sunscreen to avoid sunburn and put on thick-soled rubber shoes to begin our surfing adventure.

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