No. 29 Xixiang Road
619.
I bought two phones, planning to give the other one as a gift for our meeting. I changed my number, and the first thing I did was call An Jin and ask him to remember it or save it.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is unavailable. Please check again..."
"Sorry, the number you dialed is not available..."
"sorry......"
After hearing "I'm sorry" hundreds of times, my worry turned into anxiety.
620.
The last time he changed his number was three months ago. After that argument, we hadn't seen each other for almost six months. I thought moving to the same city would end this situation and keep in touch. Now my contact information is broken, so I have to go to his workplace.
"Intern? We only have five interns this year, and they're all here. The person you mentioned isn't here. Maybe you got the wrong hospital? This is an affiliated hospital. Why don't you go to the People's Hospital and ask?"
"Sorry, we don't have that person here."
"An Jin? I haven't heard of him. Why don't you ask other hospitals?"
"Could it be that you remembered it wrongly?"
"No, there really is no such person."
"Which school did he graduate from? Haida University?"
"I suggest you go to the school and ask."
......
"Level 09, Nursing? There's no such student."
"There's someone who graduated from Wulin No. 1 Middle School, but his name wasn't this. Can you tell me if it's him?"
"No? Classmate, could you be mistaken?"
621.
The hospital said there was no internship record for this person, and the school said there was no such student.
Is he lying to me? He's not in college, and he's not in this city. Why would he lie to me? I remember he had good grades and wasn't one to lie. Where is he? Where did he go? If he needs to look for me, does he know where to find me?
622.
Looking for someone, preferably with a photo. I went back to No. 1 Middle School, found Cheng Yuan, and got the contact information of the dean from him. I also asked him for information.
"Teacher, does the dean keep graduation photos of the classes he or she has taught?"
"Yes, he taught more than one class. He should have graduation photos for every class. What do you want this for?"
"Look for a senior student who is one year older than me and is in Teacher Li's class."
"What's his name? Maybe I know him."
"An Jin."
"The one from the student union, right? I have some impression of him."
"Yes! It's him."
"What's wrong? Do you have something to do with him?"
"I have something personal to discuss with him."
"Okay, wait a minute. The school now has an official website, and the graduates' photos will be uploaded there. Wait a moment, I'll log in... Oh, I got it. Take a look and see if this is it?"
The mouse arrow moved to a strange face, Cheng Yuan turned his head and asked me,
"Is this the one? The one from Lao Li's class."
No, that's not right. It's not this person. There's no An Jin in this photo! How could this be? Did he take a leave of absence? Or was he never supposed to be in this class?
"Teacher, it doesn't look like this senior. Can we see graduation photos of other classes here as well?"
"Sure. Which class do you want to see? The graduation photos of all twelve classes of 2009 are all here."
623.
Class 1, no... Class 5, no... Class 11, Class 12... None of them, impossible. He must have taken leave, or maybe he's not called that. So what's his name? Should he hide his name too? Why?
"Have you finished looking, but still haven't found the person you're looking for?" Cheng Yuan asked me.
I clicked on Class 11, Teacher Li's class. I scrolled down, unwilling to resign myself to my fate, to see the student location information. Black text on a white background read:
The sixth in the third row is Anjing.
624.
He's not the one I'm looking for. This An Jing has single eyelids, is nearly 1.9 meters tall, and has no freckles. The An Jin I'm looking for is about 1.7 meters tall and wears glasses.
625.
Empty account still empty account, An Jin became An Jing, something must have gone wrong. It shouldn't be like this, this is wrong. This is impossible.
626.
"Hey, Lao Li. My student came back to see me. He wanted to find a senior who he said was from your class. But he couldn't find him in the photo, so he asked you to come and take a look." Cheng Yuan said to the dean with a smile.
"Who are you looking for?"
"Teacher, are there no students asking for leave on the day of taking graduation photos?"
"Class of 2009?"
"right."
"...No." He thought for a moment and said.
impossible.
"Teacher, why don't you think about it again."
"Don't think about it. I just counted them. There are 57 of them. They are all here. No student has asked for leave." He pointed at the computer screen and said to me.
Isn't he in this class? And his name isn't this? Then who is he? Who could it be...
627.
"Tell me about their physical characteristics. Maybe I can remember them from other classes." He reached out and patted my shoulder, interrupting my confused thoughts.
I said,
"Her skin is very white, and her bangs are very long, covering it here. She has some freckles on her face, and she wears a pair of square-framed glasses. Her schoolbag is gray! Gray."
"...The person you're talking about probably didn't exist in the class of '09. There was someone who kind of fit the profile you described. But he's many years older than you, so he can't be the one you're looking for. Did you remember it wrong?"
Did I remember it wrongly? If I can't find him, then I remembered it wrongly.
"I think... I remembered it wrongly. Thank you, teacher. I'm sorry for the trouble. I'll come back to see you next time when I have time."
"It's no trouble. It's okay if you remember it wrong. Think about it carefully."
628.
That day, I thought about it from morning till night. By the time I took the last ferry back to the island, No. 29 Xixiang Road was long gone. And the only letter left in the piano case was the one my aunt had sent me.
The person is gone, and the letter is gone too.
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