Vanity Fair and City III (62)

While we all want to find new friends from those far-off places, how many of us can look back and remember those childhood playmates?!

When I stared at the screen and didn’t know how to continue my work, somebody left a message to my page in the schoolmate site. It was from a Huiyan?

“Can I say that we haven’t seen each other for centuries? How are you? How are your dad and mom? Really, I feel I haven’t seen you for centuries! My childhood playmate”

I felt surprised, not only because this message was from a long lost friend, but also because I dreamed about her last night. I know old grandmas will dream about their young times, I am not a grandma, but to be honest, I always dream about those childhood playmates, those classmates in primary school, middle school. Some of them, I have already forgotten their names… So weird.

Huiyan is my first childhood playmate I have to admit. We were neighbours at that time. My mom and her mom were good friends. We went to the kindergarten together. There I met other playmates too and was very happy to know them. Huiyan knew my nature --- “loving the new and leaving the old”, so she was afraid I left her. She asked me only to be her friend… lol… That’s a child’s talk. At that time a bad boy always bothered me, so Huiyan fought with him for me, she was taller and stronger than most of us. Though I am two-days older than her, she always acted like an elder sister, protecting me, caring me. When our teacher did not make me her deskmate in primary school, she cried heavily and begged the teacher to make me her deskmate, but at that time I felt so happy to have a boy as my deskmate… I was so vicious at that time.

But later as we grew older and older and began to think, we became vain and jealous. She disliked me and I disliked her, for some ridiculous reasons: She envied me because the boys she loved wrote letters to me, and I envied her because she was cleverer than me. Now more than ten years have passed by, and I found it ridiculous that we lost each other for such a ridiculous reason. But thanks to the internet and the schoolmate site, she found me…

The past, the present, the laugh, the tears… While we were annoyed by the troublesome work like bitter women, gossiped about which colleague wear wrong shoes like horrid hens, complained about the house rentals and our horrid manager like grandmas, those memories suddenly flashed across my brain.

“Jan! Jan!...” Suddenly a shouting brought me back. My manager came to my desk, shouting: “Are you deaf? I have called you several times! Daydreaming in the working time? Huh?...”

Yes, I was daydreaming at that time. And later I will “nightdream” again. Don’t know why I keep dreaming about those childhood playmates, those classmates in primary school and middle school. Some of them I nearly forget their names. In daytimes I never think of them. In daytime I am too busy to think of other things. And if free, I will think of the boy I love, think of the unrealistic plan in the near future and how to fulfill it.

But the boy I love seldom come to my dream. Well, yea, he came to my dream once days ago, but in the dream, he died!!!