Mist

Chapter 89: Our Reality

After Song Qinglan ended the call, he left the secluded corridor and returned to the library.
This library was a very modern building with tapered transparent stairs modelled after the Penrose stairs and had mechanisms installed to allow readers to be able to access different floors with ease.

Going through the changing staircase, Song Qinglan saw the person he was looking for sitting at the table reading intently.

There was a tall stack of books around Ji Yushi. It seems like he probably wouldn’t be moving away from that spot any time soon. He didn’t need to take any notes when reading and he turned the pages faster than the average person, but his expression was also more focused than everyone else.
Some people say that people with hyperthymesia can remember clearly every detail in their life, from the big changes in life to the smallest of thoughts that surface in their minds. They are unable to forget, thirst for knowledge, and it makes them a genius in a certain sense.

But for the first time, Song Qinglan strongly wished that Ji Yushi’s memory and thoughts were ordinary.
He wished that he would carelessly misread the question, hurry out the house and forget to feed the cats, and would run into old classmates outside but be unable to recall their names.

Ji Yushi sat quietly by the large bookshelf that seemed to have no end in sight.
He appeared relaxed.
During these past few days of vacation, he had been happier than ever.

“What’s the matter?”
Sensing Song Qinglan’s return, Ji Yushi raised his head and asked with his dark eyes clear and clean.

Ji Yushi.
Formerly Sheng Han.

Suddenly, those eyes overlapped with the eyes from his childhood.
Song Qinglan felt like he had reached enlightenment. The kindergarten attached to Ning University, the little girl he could no longer remember the appearance of, the joke about his ‘first love’…..Ji Yushi had given a number of hints and reminders the entire time but, because of Ji Yushi’s tendency to hold grudges and likely because he had mistaken him for a little girl, Ji Yushi had teased him like this.

Song Qinglan pulled out the chair next to him and sat down.
There were very few people on this floor and there were only the two of them sitting at this long table.

Time flowed on like a river.
The ignorant child back then had grown up to into a mature man. Their two lives had briefly intersected and then after more than a decade, it had intersected again.

This wonderful and extraordinary fate filled Song Qinglan’s heart with excitement. He directly asked, “When did you realise it?”

Ji Yushi didn’t understand, “When did I realise what?”

Song Qinglan’s eyes contained a hint of a smile and there was also some helplessness, “When did you realise that I was the little fat boy who constantly stuck to you in kindergarten?”

Song Qinglan pulled Ji Yushi’s hand over and closed the book in front of him.
He wanted him to look at him.

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“Han Han.”

Ji Yushi paused for a moment, “How did you….”
Song Qinglan however asked, “Why did you wear a dress as a child?”
Ji Yushi: “……….”
Song Qinglan continued, “Advisor Ji, at such a young age you cross-dressed, deceived my feelings and made me bent. Are you going to take responsibility?”
Ji Yushi’s breathing stopped. He reluctantly explained, “That was a performance, not crossdressing! You were the one who couldn’t distinguish between male and female and constantly followed me around. How would I have known that you thought that I was a girl?”
Song Qinglan pretended not to hear and added, “You even cried when I left.”